Busted Halo
feature: entertainment & lifestyle
September 24th, 2008

(Before the cat died).

A Cat, Crickets, Peaches and Ice Cream—and Immortality

 
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My mother, the cat and I
decided to sit outside to eat
our dessert. We don’t sit there
as often as one might think.

The deck is stained
the color of our cat’s eyes.
He is always right there, gazing
through the rail – cranky, a barn cat
unable to kill, called to sit, to wonder.

The crickets scream in unison
as my mother’s silver spoon cradles
a slice of peach. She held the bite high.
My father
ate peaches and vanilla ice cream
every single night in summertime.

That is when I knew what it meant
to live forever.
I never met my mother’s father,
but the way her eyes softened,
the way I melted too – I knew
he was a good man,
so we celebrated.

 
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The Author : Alison Louise Harney
Alison Louise Harney is earning an MFA from the University of North Carolina Wilmington. She writes theatre and art reviews for the Wilmington Star-News and designs the literary journal Ecotone.
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