Monday, April 11, 2016



That Jack.
He pestered me
like a horsefly

on a mule.
Just had to have my picture.
Stood me beside

the car, but made sure
the mistake he made after the dance
was hidden behind.

I was madder than a hornet that night.
Reckless, ungrateful son-of-a-gun.
But I can't help myself. He makes me smile.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016


  1. Love this one, Mary Lee. You do Papa's voice very well!

  2. "That Jack." Love that opener. It sounds like my grandpa. So short and to the point.

    Just looking at the man in the photo makes me think that he once was a Jack, too, which may explain the soft spot he has... :)

  3. I love "pesters me like a horsefly." And I love Papa's relationship with his boy.

    I'm grinning broad here leanin'
    against the bumper of the Chevy
    actually only a couple of hours before
    the hard rains drowned my young seedlings
    that night i sat on the back porch
    sobbing like I did on the day my pa died.

    what's a 12-year-old boy
    s'posed to do without a pa?

    the rivers on my cheeks
    mixed with the rivers from the sky
    and I couldn't decide whether
    I should sell the car and buy more seed
    or pack the car and move to town
    get a job with a real paycheck

    what's a farmer
    s'posed to do without a crop?

    i'm still here,
    me and my car.
    we made it.

    another year.

    (C) Carol Wilcox, 2016

    1. Isn't it fun to find the story behind the picture? You found a failed crop; I found a smashed bumper.