House of the Tomato

If a woman wants to be a poet, she must dwell in the house of the tomato. -- Erica Jong

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I’m transferring files from laptop to computer (from being gone), and found this one I wrote. Does it need more detail? here is what I have so far.

The National Center for Health Statistics shows that the rate of Americans who died from dementia has more than doubled since 2017.


The day I took my mother to the doctor for the mini mental test
she accurately named the President because she voted for him,
but she was five years ahead of the current year,
couldn’t recall three words given to her five minutes ago.

A friend’s wife died last month from early onset
where she spent a decade in another world.
He cared for her at home until the end.

I lose my keys on occasion and one time
forgot to give you a sparkling water when you asked.

Are we ok? I ask
so you give me three words to remember:
Apple, spoon, cork.

We continue to talk about our day,
maybe a bike ride, what to have for breakfast.
Worried, I silently repeat those three words over and over.

We get dressed, I fix eggs over easy,
toast English muffins
spread butter and homemade raspberry jam

What are those three words, you ask
I say,  Apple spoon cork
while chewing my English muffin.
I think we’re going to be OK.

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