Day Or Night

What have I got for you, my friend?

The last flowers from a winter garden, to shine against the dark. The recipe you asked for. An envelope of seeds. An empty perfume bottle for your little girl. A slice of cold bread pudding. A glossy magazine, found on a train. Scones hot from the oven. Jam hot from the stove. A small striped kitten if you want him. An armchair past its prime, to lend a little comfort to your son's first home. A glass of wine. A dab of scent. Half a box of bedding plants.

A pair of hands, a mop and comfort when the washing machine runs berserk.

A back to brace the wardrobe you intend to shift.

A shoulder very like your mom's to cry on.

The edisode of a soap you missed, in total recall.

Coffee.

First aid.

An extension of your own vocabulcary in times of indignation.

News of the local otter.

Availability. Day or night.

by Pam Brown

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