The old folks were in polyester
flowered shirts and saggy pants
pretending to be ordinary people
pretending to know us when
God knows who they thought we were
- the servers, the chefs, the caterers
they ate with gusto
the chicken, the bright peas,
the lemon meringue pie
they wanted iced tea with no ice
so they got their money’s worth
not knowing the price of the meal
we answered their questions
their over-and-over questions
each of us in turn
giving different answers
to the same questions
we made up answers
we made up stories
we showed photos of grandchildren
they pretended to remember
and fathers and brothers and dogs
still alive for those who had outlived them
who counted the cost of ice?
Daughter
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