A Viginette
i.
The best of days sunshine friendly
glorious marigolds scenting up the walkway
excitement to see the cousins
laughing about crazy memories
loving hugs and bat pats
ii
feeling odd about Michael
he did not greet us like the others
stood off, alone, a smile did not meet his eyes
I remembered his wife’s death and I felt compassion
went to him, to see how he was doing
he shut me out
I blamed him not
iii
A shriek of delight! they were going through a photo book
we looked so silly in our underwear, every bit of it covered in mud
dripping off us. I must have been ten or eleven.
I caught my cousin Maisey’s eye and we could not stop laughing
This went into the silent cousin laugh
I had not done this for a long time
I felt crazy, and it was good
iv.
Michael began to talk. it was all dour and down.
He wanted us to know his sadness.
This changed the atmosphere immediately.
I felt resentful.
Why had he come?
He had ruined it for me.
I hated him even more now that I had before
And I did not think that was possible.
v.
Homemade Ice cream after hamburgers
I was shocked that we had an electric ice cream maker here
Thank god!
I was not in the mood to crank
I was cranky enough
Being with the cousins reminded me that it had not been all bad.
Sure I was angry with Michael for years because he had broken my arm
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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