No one ever told me
that life alone would not be lonely
that breakfast laid for one
NPR instead of conversation
and an ornery cat for companionship
would fill my life right up to the top
No one ever told me
that pruning roses
slashing dead leaves from the banana plant
and discovering a long-forgotten bed of gladiolas
would restore my faith in rebirth and renewal
No one ever told me
that I really can fly
that money does grow on trees
that all roads do lead to pleasure
and that I will live forever
in my granddaughter's memory
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