I was a paper carrier
and used to hear her speak
when I rang to collect from her
every other week.
I’d see her on those afternoons
dressed up exquisitely.
She showed me once her silver spoons
and service set for tea
and had me sit and try a scone
and drink a cup, Earl Grey.
When she went to answer the phone
I went on my way.
On Fridays Mario does her hair
downtown at his Salon.
When she walks in, the ladies there
turn their dryers on.
Today, our son delivers. When
he goes up to her door,
collection days, he rings and then
stands back three feet, or more.
