Empathy Refund


A reverberation of the slow train to China:
This ecological eclipse wavers in the dust.
My mother never spoke in tongues -
She was a plain speaking, quiet woman
Who ruled our universe from a distance.
The apron strings were taut,
But we learned, some of us, flexibility

Some went to the service, but never to war.
Some walked the streets below the dim red light.
Some went off with sailors and farmers.
Some stayed home way too long.

The electricity did not pay for itself,
So the light went out some nights early.
My cousins cut the legs off the dining room table
So we could all sit on the floor to eat -
And other nightmares fell in the afternoon
With green sneakers, ‘cause we wanted them,
Ball games ….anything away from the house.

I’ll give you autobiography
If you’ll give me a moment’s rest

Good one, Peter, reflections never waver, yet every family member has a slightly different song to sing.

Les

You're right, Les. I am always encouraged by your knowledgeable responses.

amo et avatni,

Peter