For Julia
by Sheila Petre
Poets have been silent
On the salty theme of cheese.
They prefer to bend the rhymes
Of mysteries such as these:
Cabbages, and Grecian urns;
How the road less traveled turns;
Buccaneering bees.
I agree, the puzzling silence
Is not very nice.
Swiss or Gorgonzola
Should be mentioned once or twice.
This oversight had been allayed,
If instead of man or maid,
Poets had been mice.
Sheila is a Pennsylvania housewife who shares love, laughter and the hope of the resurrection with her welder husband, Michael, and their nine children born from 2007 through 2020. She welcomes your reasons for the hope found within you, at sheilajoyful@emypeople.net.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy