It is now July and I went into a card shop.
July had always been a big month for birthdays.
My mother was born July 11th and my husband’s
grandmother Thelma’s was July 13. My father and
daughter share a birthday, July 24th. My habit is
to take a walk or bike in the afternoon so I walked
south on Broadway and found a shop selling cards.
Looking over all the humorous and sometimes erotic
ones, I didn’t think they were quite right. Then there
are the earnest ones that don’t seem to work either.
I just need something which says I love you. I miss you.
I wish you were here. I wish things could stay the same.
But most of my July birthdays are gone, and though my
daughter lives quite close we don’t see each other as
much as we used to. Her two jobs keep her busy.
So I left empty-handed and walked home, dreaming
that maybe I would just pick up the phone and give
them a call.
|avocado green wall phone, we used to have one in the kitchen|