Jim Ross
Love Note
I did not see the granola bar
until I arrived at work
and rummaged through
my bag for lipstick or a tissue.
My daughter must have slipped
it into my purse as I hurried
to make lunches, brush snarled
hair, secure small feet into shoes,
zip stubborn jackets, grab
my brimming bags and theirs,
in the harried moments before
herding us all out the door.
The small pink Post-it poked
from inside my leather bag,
pasted onto the foil
wrapper, reminding me
in the wobbly letters
of second grade
to eat my lunch.
Ann E. Wallace is a poet and essayist from Jersey City, NJ. Her work has been published in HuffPost, USA Today, Wordgathering, Snapdragon and other venues. Follow her on Twitter @annwlace409.
Jim Ross jumped into creative pursuits in 2015 after rewarding research career. With a graduate degree from Howard University, in seven years he’s published nonfiction, fiction, poetry, photography, hybrid, and plays in over 175 journals on five continents. Photo publications include Barren, Burningword, Camas, DASH, Kestrel, Litro, Feral, Stonecoast, Sweet, and Typehouse. Jim and his wife split time between city and mountains.