“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.”
~Arthur Conan Doyle, The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes
So... I wrote a poem for Michelle and Amy's "write about something small" challenge.
What you can use
by Tabatha Yeatts
She tucks the stack of
small, clear cups into my hand,
along with a packet of saltines
and fun-size M&Ms.
Can you use these? she asks.
Sure, Granny, I say,
leaning over to kiss
her soft, cushiony cheek.
She used to peel tomatoes
before she sliced them
when she had a kitchen of her own.
It shows how much you love
the folks you're feeding
when you take the skin off, she said.
There's no counter here,
no knives, no tomatoes from the garden,
but there are meals,
which come with a steady stream
of pill-holding cups she saves
It's been years
since she passed them to me,
but I keep using the little plastic cups
'til they break.
This morning as I tilted a bottle
to pour medicine for my son,
I thought, yes, Gran,
I can use your gifts.
Heidi has the Poetry Friday round-up at My Juicy Little Universe. Thanks, Heidi!