Mama
We went back to Nebraska
just that once.
My brother's wealth was hard
on your Pa.
All of it --
tidy barn, grass in the yard,
and Jack in hand-me-downs
holding tight
to that car,
not wanting to leave it
for our dry and dusty
struggle of a farm.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
The stories you are telling…Holy cow! Are you SURE these are not real stories????
ReplyDeleteAnd once again, your line breaks, actually I guess it's more where you are breaking for stanzas, intrigue me. I'd love to hear more about how you are making those decisions.
Two hours in the dentist chair this afternoon leaves me feeling not very poetic. Sorry!
ReplyDelete"Movin' On"
for now, a pedal car's swell,
but soon, I'll move on
to bigger and better
I'll need a scooter
a flashy red bike
and then perhaps
I'll build a go-cart
to be followed
by a Model T
a guy's gotta
make his way
in the big,
wide world…
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016
Love his dreams! Perfect for Jack!
DeleteAw c'mon. Sniff.
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