Body Parts Find Poem by Grace Diane Jessen

'Honey, ' Erma said to Hank, 'Let's go
back to the beach where we first met this year.
No sense in waiting. We could go next month
and summer, too.' 'That soon? asked Hank. 'I hear

the business branches take some work, need me.
I may have trouble getting off. I know
you love the warm fresh air, the beach in Spring.
I'll plan to entertain your wish to go.'

'Thank you! ' smiled Erma. 'Have some coffee, toast,
and jam.' A typical female reply,
though she slipped up, set 'high' for toast. Too brown!
'No bribes, ' said Hank. 'We live right or we try.'