This morning, winter frost lies thick on bent grasses.
Winters past hover.
My father made toast each cold morning,
I never thanked my father for the toast until this morning, decades later…(him gone now fifty some years and childhood’s pain a dusty memory). My thank yous rise full blown out of nowhere. Out of a need to bridge the years and because I never thanked my father for anything.
Betty J. Benner, 83, of Austin, is a retired teacher and human services worker. She is active in local writing groups and participates in regional open mic readings. Her poetry has been published in the Rochester, Minnesota Post Bulletin and numerous literary journals. Her collection of poems entitled From Scratch was published in 2010. She has three daughters and six grandchildren. Betty’s sign is Pisces.