Is nothing what you expected
There is no life review
Or regrets spoken
No...the last phone call is spent
Discussing ways in which to prepare chicken
On speaker phone father
Tells me to fry the chicken first
Then bake it in seltzer
Mom chimes in and yells
'You don't fry! You sauté! '
And for a moment there is uneasy yelling about the difference of
Frying verses sautéing between the two of them
Until there is a brief discussion of a pacemaker
And a promise
then back to chicken
Growing sunflowers
And goodbye...to you father
On speaker phone
Loud enough to fill the room
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Becky. Thanks for sharing