No more memories to be made

NORMA CROWLEY BOUDREAU

April 23, 1924-March  31, 2013

My father fell in love with my step-mom

when they were both married to other people.

She swirled across the dance floor in a 

white grown embroidered with violets

and into his arms.

They never had his children or her children.

"We have our children," she always said in

a tone that let everyone know 

there was no alternative.

When she visits,

we play cards.

She wipes me out

no dainty widow lady, she.

We go to restaurants,

laugh a lot, 

share memories of my Dad

and build new ones of our own.