The Server

I've always lived in Iowa, she said, Thought I might leave when my husband died But I didn't have no where I could go And no money to get there. Iowa's as good a place as any, you know, Now, my grandchildren are here, Guess I'll stay close to them, But I don't see much of them these days They have their own lives to live. It's the same sad story everywhere you go. She throws a towel over her shoulder And hurries away toward the kitchen. written August 24, 2021