Eating a Pear Reminds Me of Her
Eating a pear reminds me of her:my grandmother half a century agoin her stalwart putty-grey brick housewith the pear tree in the yardat 40 Euclid;the sticky trickle down the heel of my nine-year-old handand onto my shortsrecalled as if it were today. My drooping hydrangeas remind me of her:brisk scissors in handreaping huge white blooms…