POETRY
At Papi’s
A breezy afternoon
with chocolate pie and Mom
with coffee hot, their shady spot
is mother-daughter balm.
In the springtime garden
the blushing roses bloom
devoid of chill, the fern unfrill:
new growth is claiming room.
Loropetalum
awash in crimson fire
exploding shrubs, nature’s hubbub:
renewal to inspire!
(“Loropetalum”
was spoken by a neighbor
in the cafe, in chatty play
with Jose proprietor)
Now stuffed with lunchtime treats
it’s time to take a walk
beside the water, mother-daughter
ring around the rock.
This poem is part of The Daily Epic. It’s a little bit of a deviation, and refers to a specific afternoon that I spent at Papi’s Pies in Round Rock with my Mom. Incidentally, there is an actual round rock in Round Rock — I’m embarrassed to admit it took me a couple of years of living here to find out about it! Here’s a cell phone photo of it from a couple of years ago:
