Best Happy Ending
Senior citizens arrive—each with a cane, a walker or a wheelchair.
They come to listen to poetry readings.
I select a poem from my collection In the Gloaming.
Ilona asks me to read another, then another.
Carly comments: “The last one has a sad ending.”“Yes, Carly, my poem
is sad. Just like life, poems don’t always have a happy ending.”
In their moist eyes I read “yes, yes, how true.” Each one has a story.
Maria speaks out: “I used to write poems—I want to write again.”
Howard, age 90, vows: “I must write poems about my family,
for my family—before I forget it all.” An explosion of laughter.
Dawn asks if we can meet again. Everyone nods. We agree to meet
same time, same place each month.
Mike calls out: “Thank you for this.” Spontaneous applause—
gnarled fingers clapping, wrinkled cheeks smiling, eyes all aglow.
From my wheelchair, I witness the best happy ending!
©Marian O’Grady
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