For All My Oranges

The Orange


By Wendy Cope

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.


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2 responses to “For All My Oranges

  1. Aaron

    Last night I was sick as a dog, hobbling about with flu aches
    When I asked for a heating pad, I got it without even a “please.”
    While watching Sherry make dinner, do dishes and bathe baby
    My futon recline supported my back and conscience with ease.

    I woke up the next morning feeling about 75 percent
    The grapefruit I peeled split into unequal sections
    Sherry swapped the biggun onto my plate without a thought
    She said, “You are sick, you need it for your infections.”

    Now I’m at home, watching sweet Clara while Sherry teaches yoga
    I’m feeling better and my only job is to put the casserole in on time
    Instead of looking at saxophones on the web with another glass on wine,
    I am thinking about ways to be Sherry’s mo betta pantomime.

  2. thirtyminusone

    As you think of ways to be more haute,
    like reading a fancy book,
    just remember that your always smile
    is all it ever took.

    Public displays of affection forever!

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