My sister Jo was a reader. With the family
parked outside the post office Joan took
the farm mail and never lifting her eyes
from the page walked up the familiar steps,
disappeared inside, reappeared, and still
reading felt her way down to the car.
We all watched as she reached for
the handle and opened the car parked behind
us. Its driver, also watching Jo’s progress, made
a great show of falling out. Only then did Jo
look up from the printed page. Much hilarity all
around; I think even Jo had a rueful laugh!
2025 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in September 25-October 1, 2025.
I love this!!!!!!!!!!!
No matter what you publish of Jaqueline Jackson’s, it’s not poetry despite the headline reading poem #7, etc. All she does is print snipets from old letters, recycle old family history, and more. If you claim you’re publishing poetry, then do it.