Monday, November 10, 2014

THERE SHOULD BE COBWEBS



There are memories
that bring a smile,
a warm remembrance
of childhood’s joy.

Bacon,
sizzling in a pan,

the aroma filling the room,
mouths watering 
in anticipation.

Your mother in an apron,
fork in hand
moving each strip with care


As you cut a peach,
ripe and succulent,

its slices falling
on steaming oatmeal.

But these are memories
never spoke of now.

A jar of
peanut butter,

bargain shelf special --

A loaf of wheat bread,

Freihoffer’s,
Buy one,
get two free

are all the pantry
offers now.

Eight months 
without a job --

No peaches in
her child’s hands.

Only anguish,
where once
there were dreams.







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