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Thursday, 2 August 2018

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Elderly lady,
Confusing a bank teller
With talk of where the money came from,
Instead of where
She wants
To send it.

The money came
From her son’s estate
And she has to
Tell
Someone.





Parkstreet 





3 comments:

roentare said...

A nice park to walk in

Anonymous said...

Beautiful, moving poem, Kent. People forget that those, sometimes brief, interactions are the only human contact an elderly person has. I'm nearly 61 and have friends in all the local shops I go into. They will make time for a chat. My carer says it's like being out with a celebrity.

Kent Parkstreet said...

The person in this poem insisted on entering the bank to do everything, and the post office to pay bills. It was her village, and I’m sure the people who worked in those shops understood it.

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