Momma Had Good Days, Too

Being a Verse of a Larger Story

momma keeps collecting
elephants
and baskets full
of thimbles
one against
the misery
of forget
the other
in case a loss
of nimbleness
should o’ertake
her sinews
and fingers
she stacks
her elephants
in a glass display
on the bureau
keeps the thimble basket
at hand
on the dresser
a passby feel
and count ten
sixteen twenty
eight glass stain
less steel use
less iron
these are the good
days spent
waiting for pappy
comin’ in from labor
two little toeheads
under foot and table
these days are the
good dusting
cleaning cooking
raising correcting
reading the good
word of the good
lord given
in and for
dire times
too plenty in lack
of salvation
or mercy
pappy’s building a tree
for the kids of
old tire retreads
says it’ll be easier
for them
to climb or bounce
off of
these good days from
the lord do
come momma thinks
because she has versed
herself in his
vast and wondrous
testament’s word
has heart taken
the spirit
and the son
will let no evil
cross
her door
junior seed
‘s her cherubim
sister baby her
seraphim
pappy might gabriel
clearing the way
for the lord’s good
righteousness
and all her days
will she walk
in the shadow
of the tongue talking
light
with her apostalization
of the acts
of the true
saver’s body
and blood

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