Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #278-Baker’s Dozen
Words: volume, now, machine, lounge, collide, symbol, couch, grave, card, cushion, groove, grind, never
Volume of mourners
at graveside was
to love everyone had
for this mother, mother-in-law,
Seems like a few years ago,
that we would all go to a local
pool–women cushioned on lounge
chairs, men playing volleyball
or cards, and kids swimming.
We never agreed to come out
of the water until our lips blued.
That was back in the days when Mom
ground her own meat and chopped
liver through a steel machine.
Grooves of my 45 rpm records
were worn, and no one had leather
couches. In our building–part
of a housing project–few people
ever collided. We all managed
to get along. Now, a woman
we considered our second mother
is gone, along with our childhood.