Dasha, the granddaughter of my co-worker Mikhail
The Eighth Poem May 22, 2022
I have my helpers. One grew a garden.
I bought the seeds. She fertilized, weeded,
planted. We did flowers the first year.
Then vegetables: okra, peas, onions,
tomatoes. She and her husband built
a shed for earthworms and fed them
weeds. Another helper sorted my books.
I chose the ones I wanted to keep.
She boxed and labeled: keep or give
away. She loved books. Now I’m to
have a new one. A nurse to help me
walk better and go outside more and
do more sorting. It’s a small house
and my clothes are in a big heap.
Time to sort them. I’m pretty good
with people. The chances are we’ll
like each other, and my living space
will be neater. She can help me
bring down some cobwebs and walk
better. We all have our strengths
and weaknesses. I’ll meet her on
Tuesday. I hope she likes me and
we can laugh together.
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