there are some days when we miss our mother no matter what circumstances might have brought us apart. the spirit of this offering captures the spirit of a woman i admired and loved, but hardly knew. thank you, Jen for this amazing work of art.
saddled shoes, shorts, bandaided knees
running where don’t know, on asphalt jungle chasing
tag your it on summer Nicky Nicky Nine doors clear
nights before the lights came on clean streets beddy-
by dreams Flintstones and Mickey Mouse.
Knee-highed socks and pigtails Camel hair coated,
camel Clarks listening to classical music to
Quell the pain, Barbie got Ken who cared some
war broke out somewhere and a Wall. Three initials JFK
something about bombs from some Niki some
place called Cuba pulling tabs on sodas personal, computers?
JFK shot! killed on Daddy’s Birthday, Marilyn selfy.
Minied skirts and loafers hoping pointed toes lost fashion
settling for Mary Jane empires buckle clips left behind.
Red Skelton, Lucy and Ralph our Heroes while
trading in mood Rings for Ouija boards twisting
through checker watching Go Go Dancers do their thing,
no go bouffant that’s, So, Aunt Jean I’ll do the locomotion,
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