Today, her ‘life celebration’
(she died peacefully at 92)
over a hundred people; she
was entwined with this community.
1995, came to my market stall
for a reading, then every month,
always my first customer –
my luck, I said –
bringing me a gardenia
(I started bringing a vase).
Months ... years. I brought her
to Tai Chi, she shared André Rieu.
Walking from different directions
we’d meet for breakfast.
She promoted my readings
to friends, family.
(I still have the hand-crafted
earrings her niece bartered.)
Poem #108