Here is my poem for this week's poetry stretch, and one for Elaine's poem of apology challenge. It is dedicated to my son, for whom this sad event occurred this week.
Uneaten Ears
The first corn
of the season
appeared in the market.
As the
hungry crowd
swooned over the ears,
stripped the husks
to reveal
pearly, white sweetness,
I thought of you
and your love
for corn.
I grabbed four,
threw them in my bag
and headed for home.
We shucked them together,
carefully pulling strands of silk,
dropping them in the water.
When they were ready
I dished up your meal,
resplendent with glistening
rows of buttered goodness.
A small sigh
escaped my lips
when you tried to take
that first bite.
You have no front teeth!
Please forgive me, for being so foolish.
But most of all, forgive my heart
for leaping with joy,
knowing that for just a while,
all that corn will be mine.


















