It Was For Love
I ask her if she’s happy in her work
and she says yes, for 32 years.
One year away from a teaching degree in England,
she came to the states one summer and
never left. American greed will get ya, I say.
Or love—she says.
She warms my coffee, my eggs and toast
satisfy as if served at a five-star restaurant.
I mention I want to write about her.
Fine, she says. Just don’t forget to say—
It was for love.
© Brenda Bishop Blakey