Happy Hour Luau at the Nursing Home
Glossy hibiscus on your ear & flip flops shuffle,Ā
we creep to the luau, my arm linked with yours.Ā
We are daring & forgo our walkers. At the doorĀ
of the rec room, we put on the magenta & crumpledĀ
leis, & settle into the plastic chairs to watch thoseĀ
who might move & sway to the music. We savorĀ
the punch. Your neurons donāt fire like they usedĀ
to, & you forget words at times, but we enjoy theĀ
misshapen hats & background ukulele music.Ā
Beyond the smell of disinfectant, we search ourĀ
scattered memories of a younger you & me, likeĀ
catching fireflies on a bright evening. There wereĀ
days we covered ourselves with a soft blanketĀ
on an emerald riverbank watched the birdsĀ
play & spiral against canvas clouds.Ā
Those days bejewel this night.
- Lynn Finger, TFJ Issue One: Celebrations
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