Everything Was Going
to be Better
When I graduated, married,
bought a house, paid it off, kids
grew up, husband quit drinking,
divorce stopped aching. Always
waiting. For what I never knew.
Until now. Sitting in this blue chair
in the corner of a crooked rock garden,
impatiens and fuzzy weeds pushing up
between faded red brick, sun warm
on my head, I bend to tie
my grandson’s shoe, inhale the scent
of sticky sweat and peanut butter,
his hand a small weight on my shoulder
I want to keep forever.
Victoria Melekian lives in Carlsbad, California. Her stories and poems have been published in print and online anthologies. She’s twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.