Cortney Davis, a career RN, and nurse practitioner and award winning writer and poet has written numerous volumes of poetry and prose. She is the poetry editor of Alimentum: the Literature of Food (www.alimentumjournal.com)
Then It Was Simple*
You walked up Sylvandell DriveFather would be home soon,easing the gray Plymouth into the one-car garage,and Mother, who was always home,was cooking meatloaf with its twosizzling strips of bacon. Snow stung your face,snow crunched beneath your boots, and the glowfrom Pittsburgh’s steel mills hung in the sky.In such a place, in 1955, Mary could appear to youcasually, leaning out the neighbor’s window—a blue domestic angel with a movie star face,round arms crossed on the sill, her brown hairin a friendly page boy. She smiled, you smiled back,grounding you, and the frozen snow and the whirl of gravityholding you, and Mary,as if she were not from another world,so happy to see you.
*(First appeared in her book Leopold’s Maneuvers)