Thursday morning tea
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Seniors day at our Cafe
The elders meet and greet
talk of the day,the weather, the news or when Old Seventy
sold her shoes for a pair of red gumboots
or the time that Fifty-Seven met Sixty-two
or the grandchild that swallowed the cherries
from Grandma’s hat
and had to be pumped–now that
reminds me, “Do you recall that time you painted
Gran’s Cadilac firy red with the can we found
by Gramp’s old barn?”
Square dance meetings in Poplar School
or teacher Black who broke her rule
over Bill’s hard head? Wasn’t she the one
we caught kissing Jim’s brother? And how we teased
her next day ’till she blushed?

Very special.
I love your paintings. They fill my eyes with so much colour and movement it’s like you gave me a rainbow.