A postcard from Cousin Bessie in Vermont,
Inviting me and my Lab, Lamont,
To come for a weekend in Bennington,
To vist with her, and to meet her new friend, Symington.
I was there once before, stayed on the second-floor,
Of her big stone house, with the decorative front door.
Cousin Bessie is a wonderful hostess,
I make myself notes on three post-its.
The porch is a wooden wrap-around,
Like those on other houses in town.
A pot of red geraniums on every step,
A front porch swing, tables, a wicker chair set.
An autumn wreath decorates Cousin Bessie's door,
That, plus fall leaves galore,
I knock, but don't hear a sound,
"Cousin Bessie, are you around?"
The door opens a crack, a strange face appears,
"Cousin Bessie is in the backyard," I hear.
"You're Valerie?" the stranger asks.
"Yes, I'm Valerie. You say Cousin Bessie is out back?"
I find her in the backyard, looking through binoculars,"
"Sy's first solo flight. He's more into guitars."
I look up at the tiny plane in the air,
"History in the making," she says, waving her hand with a flair.
"He saw your picture and wants to meet you.
He's handsome and very nice. You'll think so, too."
"Oh, Cousin Bessie, I don't know......."
Ha! You're twenty-four and it's time you found yourself a beau."
We were married four weeks later,
Sy and I, and the wedding couldn't have been greater,
We were wed in Bennington, Vermont,
In Cousin Bessie's backyard...Sy, me, and Lamont.