Tuesday, August 30, 2016

My poem "About Eric"

I had a poem published in an anthology, Memory and Loss. Unfortunately for me, the editor left out the last four lines.  Here is the poem as I wrote and submitted it:

by Ruth Latta

We left him in the common room
clapping to the rhythm of a country band.

She'd warned us not to say goodbye.

"It's best if we just slip away.
If he knows I'm leaving he gets upset."

On the hour-long return to her place
I pictured her driving alone
through sleet and snow
three times a week.

"You're a wonderful wife to him," I blurted.

"It's my job," she said calmly.
"The staff know a lot about Alzheimers
but I'm the one who knows the most
about Eric."


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Santa Taking out the Trash

Santa Taking Out the Trash

Photo by Roger Latta.  Observed in our neighbourhood Monday August 15, 2016

Monday, August 15, 2016