Pretty woman isn't she? Particulalry for being 70+! That's my mother-in-law, who passed away this last Saturday. Her name was Evelyn, but we all called her Ginger.


This green plant doesn't care.
It just keeps growing, taking out
the carbon and converting it
for me to breathe.
The gnat(what's that damn gnat doing here?)
doesn't care.
Nor the Rhodie outside, or the deer
(damn deer! stay out of the garden!)
or the neighbor that feeds them.
He doesn't even know the story of Ginger.
Nor do most the people in my
village by the sea.
But I've read the story now
for several decades, and have
been warmed, encouraged,
angered, and pleased by this character.

The story is over now.
I have flipped the last page,
closed the cover.
I will miss this character.
Having been a major sub-character
in this story,
there is naught I can do but reflect.

She may live on in her daughter,
but there will be no sequel.