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Together
Beth Cash

Grandfather, grandmother, grandson snuggle
in the king size bed.
His small body is warm and wriggly.
I feel his breath on my neck
and see his white teeth
as he traces a giraffe
on my nightgown.
Forty-three years
of decisions
to stay or go
have been
for this moment.

—
Beth Cash is a mental health counselor who lives in a rural area of New York State and enjoys observing the natural world and the people who live in it. She began writing in a journal her grandmother gave her, and loves words and thinking about ideas. She is a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, a local writing group, and teaches writing in continuing education classes. Her writing has been published in the literary journals Blueline, Mudfish, and Many Waters.

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