Phyllis
When Phyllis canned her peaches
just two months before she died,
She did it for her family,
she'd done it since a bride.
She canned the summer sun for them
and sealed it in a jar.
Next winter when they shared her gift,
she wouldn't seem so far.
She always did her canning when
the fruit had reached its peak,
But this year cancer sapped her strength,
and chemo left her weak.
Despite the many mutant cells
which had metastasized,
She did what she had always done,
she peeled and sterilized.
She left behind this last fine gift,
and one more memory
Of Phyllis canning peaches
out of love for family.
Copyright © Jane Morton | Year Posted 2005
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