Why I Understand the Cheyenne

By Judy Crystal

House waits peacefully in midsummer sun

Blue room beds freshly made

With football players, fantasy flowers

Gingham ruffles grace the guest room

Terrycloth bathrobes in the closet

This month’s magazines on the dresser

Offer travel, food, next season’s clothing

Bedside basket, a tumble of books

Buckets and shovels, several Frisbees

Stacked in the playroom for sunny day fun

Monopoly, Candyland, Chutes and Ladders

Piled carefully, ready for rain

Brand new crayons, tubes of glitter

Writing pads, construction paper

Jigsaw puzzles, dominoes

Picture books and Harry Potter

Organic juices, peanut butter

Choice of wholesome jams and jellies

Blue and white jar—Marshmallow Fluff

Red blinking light on the message machine

Their plans have changed

They aren’t coming

They’re sure I’ll understand




Judy Crystal, a graduate of New York City’s High School of Music and Art, earned her AB in English from Bryn Mawr College. Her work has appeared in publications of the National League of American Pen Women and Greenwich Pen Women. Judy and her husband of more than 50 years reside in Connecticut, where she is a devoted board member of her local branch library.  Free time means reading, knitting, baking (for her grandchildren), and overindulging in trips to New York City for the museums and theater.

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