Buying Squash
by Marianne McNamara
I saw her at Cub three days before Christmas,
looking for black-green scalloped winter squash,
no different from any other busy woman
heading home after a long day.
It comforts me to know this about her.
Nothing pretentious about buying vegetables.
This woman monitors my blood pressure,
sent me for a mammogram when I discovered a lump.
She's the real thing, my doctor; a wife and mother,
her life a constant juggle to find the right balance
between career and family. I like this homely side of her.


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