On most Tuesdays, Margo Roby provides a prompt on her blog. I haven’t participated in a while, but I hope to use her prompts for my small stone project in January and maybe beyond. Today, she’s suggesting a poem about where you were when an unforgettable event occurred. I would have written about JFK’s assassination or the Challenger disaster, or even 9/11, but I decided a small stone was better suited to a smaller event.
A bathroom remodel
Another Friday morning wandering
the aisles at Lowe’s.
“A commode is just a commode, isn’t it?”
But a vanity? Something important,
or at the very least, full of self-respect.
Too many options, too many price points. And then-
What’s the cost of labor?
Who will give us advice?
The insistent ring, the fumble with the purse.
“Already? In the hospital already?’
A grandson on the way, a little
Right then, of course, no one cared what else awaited