Palindrome

I have just made an egg sandwich with soft white bread,

sliced the egg with the orange plastic egg slicer

I found in Mum’s drawer. And I’m back there,

the seventh of the seventh, seventy seven.

That’s a palindrome the doctor said

when he called that morning to check on Mum

post cancer treatment. Later when the nausea settled

I had made her a sandwich much like this one,

the egg slightly warm. Noticed that the Christmas cacti

was blooming out of season.

Susan Jane Sims

Published in Soul Feathers, an anthology published by Indigo Dreams Publishing to support the work of Macmillan Cancer Care.