Friday, April 20, 2018

Jim Bourey's "Maple Butter" #poemaday #NationalPoetryMonth

Maple Butter

It was homemade
Maple butter
And the knife was made by her
Grandfather years ago
When he first came to Vermont
Before the fires
Before the war
Before she was born
Long ago

Learning how to make maple butter
Was an easy thing
Easier than knives
Easier than farming
Killing chickens
Throwing bales
Burying babies
And she made a fresh batch every spring
After the sap was cooked down
And the syrup was put up
Only missed a couple years
The ones with the burials

We ate the toast and sipped warm cider
She told the same stories
Same as last year
And years before
Our visits were predictable
We always ate toast
With maple butter
Drank warm cider
My only gift to her was bread
Though I sometimes changed a light bulb
Or brought in firewood

It was the least I could do


Jim Bourey is a certified senior citizen, a retired plumbing and heating wholesale manager and lifelong student of poetry.  His work has appeared in Fourth Coast Arts Magazine and “Said & Unsaid” an anthology from Winding Road Press in Marietta, GA.  He lives in Dover, DE with his wife Linda but he spends an inordinate amount of time at a cabin on the Deer River in northern New York State.

--from the archives of The Broadkill Review
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