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Apr 02, 2016
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Secret Humor... [East Main St story]
“Hurry, hurry, get up it's late!”
How come it's so dark?
“We changed the clocks, remember?”
Get dressed, don't dawdle
Wash your face
Comb your hair
Pancakes and peanut butter
Tea, sweet and strong
Milk makes it smooth
The wind blows hard
It looks like rain
Put your collars up
Bye Mom, see you later at lunch
The school four blocks
Looking at later already
Hey! Wait!
What is it Mom?
“I forgot; It's Saturday!”
Frying bread dough
Filling them with jelly
Laughing at the joke
Reading tea leaves in the dregs
Wishes for happiness
Riches enough for us
I love you Mom...
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Another "Main Street" memory!
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Roscoe Lane
9 years 3 months ago
Sounds,
Sounds like a wonderful mother, even though she may have been a little forgetful. I had a picture for every line of this poem. Great work, Regards Roscoe....
Geezer
9 years 3 months ago
Actually...
she didn't forget! She played a trick on us! My mother has a terrific sense of humor. All of us kids played jokes on each other and our Mom through the years. She has always laughed as hard as anyone, even when the joke was on her! She is going to be ninety years old this year and still enjoys a good joke; be it on her or someone else. ~ Gee.
Keith Logan
9 years 3 months ago
memory
A well remembered, wholesome vignette.
Well told too.
Geezer
9 years 3 months ago
Thanks Keith...
I'm glad that you liked it and commented. ~ Geezer