Tag Archives: Cindy Veach

Elegy for No Grandfathers

            —after Melody S. Gee The first grandchild touches the picture and remembers a backyard tea party interrupted by news of a faraway grandfather’s death. The second grandchild touches the picture and remembers a man shaking a rake clotted with leaves … Continue reading

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Address Book

It takes up valuable space on my small desk. Flaunts its worn black cover— Address Book for Dog People. Distracts— every time I sit down to work Mini looks up at me with puppy dog eyes while inside her best … Continue reading

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Washcloth

To celebrate sixty years married I will take my parents to dinner at their club, but before that I take her to the doctor for her shingles. The pills are easy to swallow, the drops are complicated, awkward for her. She … Continue reading

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