doctors say
it’s true that folks
like me
may have to fall
by the way-
side
shame
for I would have liked
to have stayed
a while longer here
with my books
and scraps of colored paper
and my X-Acto knife and glue sticks
and bottles of matte varnish and crowded jars
of paint brushes
the framed maps of places I’ve been
and some I hadn’t gotten to yet
my Estonian knitwear
and my collection of sea glass from the Jersey shore
I would have liked to have taken a few more tromps
through the dry leaves in the back woods
with my dog
who never comes when I call her
unless I say peanut butter or cheese
neither of which can technically
be considered commands
my husband and his good hands and the way
he makes me laugh
I will miss all that
and our arguments about fossil fuels
and all the stuff in the garage
and my children oh so beautiful
and strong older now
they won’t need me much
but still I’d like to have seen them grow into themselves
I would have liked a few more years of Thanksgivings at my sister’s
flickering candles folded linens and glasses of sparkling cider
so many good people milling
about and multiplying
like the desserts—
I would have liked to spend
another afternoon on the beach with my beloved
or had another chance
to make my mother laugh
there was so much more I wanted to understand
so when it happens
when I fall
by the way-
side
(which apparently is only to be expected)
most likely you won’t find me sitting
in my comfortable chair
the next morning
with my cup of tea
looking out the window
just thinking
I suppose I will miss laughter the most
and the birds
toasted rye bread
lavender soap
root beer floats
and the soft blue
of the hydrangea
after the rains have passed.
Susan Barry-Schulz grew up just outside of Buffalo, New York. Her work has appeared in SWWIM, Shooter Literary Magazine, Bending Genres, B O D Y, the Leon Literary Review, the West Trestle Review, Stone Canoe, Heron Tree, and many other print and online journals and anthologies.