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Grapevine
by Lorraine Conlin

         Maybe I wouldn’t be sad
         when I see her
         sitting alone (in her favorite spot)
         under the grapevine
         beneath the purple clusters
         if I didn’t remember
         the sweetness of the jelly and jam.

         I could offer to make her some
         but that would make her bitter
         she would reject it and me
         say it is not like hers
         and we would both hurt.

         Maybe if her hands didn’t shake
         if she had more strength
         less memory
         she would be happier.
         I wouldn’t have to slow down
         when we walk
         or go back with her
         to the place that once was her smile.

         Maybe if she could forget
         some of the good parts
         life wouldn’t be a tedious journey
         taken time and again
         when we visit
         or when I’m alone
         and see her still.

         Maybe if she
         hadn’t been everything yesterday
         it would be different today
         I could go there and leave
         without thoughts of her
         sitting alone
         staring at the grapes.

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