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  • Still Hungry

    From start to finish
    today my sister and I walked the woods.
    We mimicked the wildlife and crossed the creek.
    We told stories in the shade and sunlight
    and peeped at the birds.

    Thirty years ago
    these same birds' ancestors ate from our hands.
    Today we scattered seeds on the bare ground
    and watched the bickering birds convening
    with one track minds.

    We walked back in time
    and shared giggles at things we'd fought over -
    like the biggest piece of pie and who sat
    next to dad in the car, important things
    like George Waldencott.

    Tears flowed from our eyes
    recalling a chipped tooth and broken arm,
    burns from cigarettes we'd hid in these woods -
    a few of the scars from fights for the rights,
    rights of each other.

    Our cookies eaten,
    thermos of hot choc'lat emptied too quick,
    still hungry for mem'ries of days long past.
    She sneaked a cookie from its hiding place
    in her coat pocket.

    She took off running,
    holding it high in the air, looking back
    and yelling her dare, "Nana, nana, na - na!"
    Racing t'wards home we climbed the garden wall
    and split the cookie.

    And at last she spoke
    words I had ached to hear since their wedding -
    "Thank you, Cissy, for letting me have George."
    She went home with hubby and three children.
    I went home alone.
    Last edited by Reason A. Poteet; 01-24-2015, 07:12 PM.
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