robert demaree





The dining room at Golden Pines

Has been spruced up

Since my mother was in healthcare here.

They called it something different then,

As if name and color might reverse

That unspoken ebbing,

Steady, implacable.

We nibble slowly at our quiche, my wife and I,

Figuring there is lots of time.

This is really not too bad, is it?

Only one other table is occupied this night.

A man in a baseball cap talks to his mother,

About something she may not understand.

He wheels her past our table,

Her wrinkled smile kind, vacant,

Her pink velour sweat suit the high fashion

Of this time of life.

I want to grab him by the sleeve:

Do you get here every day?

Be sure you get here every day.



Robert Demaree is the author of four collections of poems, including Fathers and Teachers (2007) and Mileposts (2009), both published by Beech River Books. The winner of the 2007 Conway, N.H., Library Poetry Award, he is a retired school administrator with ties to North Carolina, Pennsylvania and New Hampshire. He has had over 500 poems published or accepted by 100 periodicals, including Louisville Review, Louisiana Review, Millerís Pond, the Aurorean and Drown in My Own Fears. For further information see 


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