I see that desire to "rise in society", the fancy hats, a car! even? Thinking this fit so nicely with that dead coyote photo. Not many high society folks would have one of them lying on the floor! She wants to leave all that behind. These poems are so short, but say so much.
I want to hear more from mother. And is there a father?"Rose"I'm a prim and proper galI know my placecrimping a pie crust over sweet cinnamon applesbathing babies in the washtub on the kitchen tablesitting next to my Joe in the pew on Sunday mornings And yet…I don't want anyoneto think me staid or stodgySo when Verla shows upin front of my housein a model T,no, that's not right,when Verla shows up driving a carand says, "Come on Rose,we're going to lunch,"I call to Joeand tell her sure, and get my hatand my pocket bookand my white glovesjust like any proper lady wouldand then I climb inright behind Mary Katherine,and Gloriaand even Ruthwho really is staid and stodgyand we all posefor a photographI am the master of my fate,I am the captain of my soul.(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016
I love picturing each of these ladies (you made them so individual with the names -- love Verla...I have a Verta in my past!) putting on their finest and leaving behind the housework to go (where? would a downtown hotel serve lunch? or a cafe?) out to lunch.
Love, love, love. I agree, the names are something else.