Radishes
–after Candide
There is a concatenation of events in the best of all possible worlds.
Had we not been stopped short by the pandemic,
we would not be playing the violin where Daniel and Rebecca Boone were laid to rest,
we would not be deep cleaning the Giza pyramids,
we would not have left the ghost light burning all night on Broadway,
we would not be taking lessons from The Rest of the World,
we would not be turning our front yards into playgrounds,
we would not be playing board games in the garage wearing gloves,
and we would not be here to eat fresh radishes grown by our son.
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We have all had to become more creative within our isolation. You have expressed that so well in your poem! Thanks for this touch of gratitude!
This is lovely, Gaby. Love the ending, especially. We now have regular meals with our son and daughter-in-law, albeit at separate tables, but we are 7 weeks and going strong!
Well-put! Other ways to look at this situation …
Nice way of looking at here, and now, and I see hope in the line “taking lessons from The Rest of the World.”
Also, among the wealth of poems in LexPoMo, where it is impossible for me, at least, to read every one, the title “Radishes” pulled me in. Thanks.