The Healing Properties of Tony B that long winter storm left you with no power for eight days stubborn, independent old man stoic child of the depression, brave survivor of war huddling by your fireplace for days skin so cold to the touch when we arrived we brought you to our house after a small fuss you were too bone chilled, pale and weary to say no and oh to watch you warm and melt and get the pink back in your face sitting on our couch after a hot shower wrapped in a blanket, your hands curved around a hot cup of tea a warm buttery-sweet croissant on your plate I put Tony Bennet on the stereo you smiled said hey! this is my music told us, you didn’t realize just how cold you had been what a gift to hold you in memory all the rest of my days like that you letting me love you, listening to Tony B the warm steam rising from your cup of tea
About the Author: Victoria Twomey is a poet and an artist. She has appeared as a featured poet at venues around NY, including The Poetry Barn, Barnes & Noble, and Borders Books. Her poems have been published in several anthologies, in newspapers and on the web, including Sanctuary Magazine, BigCityLit, PoetryBay, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Tipton Poetry Journal, Verse-Virtual, The Agape Review, The Trouvaille Review, with many forthcoming. Her poem “Pieta” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
Image Credit: Carol M. Highsmith “Comfy leather and burled-wood chair in the Round Room, the center of ranch gatherings and entertainment at the A Bar A guest ranch near the town of Riverside in Carbon County, Wyoming” (2016) The Library of Congress
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