Flatland (A Friday Original Poem)

Flatland

He said his grandmother
Could cook bacon
So that it would come out completely
Flat
Without using a press
and he didn’t know how she did it/

His Great Aunt Mary
Was an old-time switchboard operator
Who wore bright red lipstick
and smoked unfiltered cigarettes
Until she died in her 90s.

I always think they were Lucky Strikes,
but I always get it wrong.

His maiden aunts
Lived in a time capsule of an early century
Hoarding and seldom
leaving the house
full of the past.

Sometimes the present
Is just too much.

Daily gratitudes:
Beautiful days
Yesterday’s walk
A fine whiskey
Clean sheets
Strength

Quote of the Day: “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” — Mahatma Ghandi

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