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Summer, 1949 with edited version
« on: June 03, 2019, 10:27:18 PM »
Summer,1949 (Edited version)

Northrup King morning glories are heavenly blue.
Dad zig zagged string from the turned wood porch rail
to the eaves. Tender vines corkscrewed
all the way up,
sprouted heart-shaped leaves and hundreds
of heavenly blue trumpets yawned wide
in the morning sun.

Mom tied a Chinese piano
to the gingerbread corner support,
glass rectangles hand-painted
with red and gold designs dangled from a tinsel pagoda,
breeze-tinkled as delicately as a fairy tea party
held in the greenery.

Mom stood before the flowering screen
laughing in her white eyelet dress with the yellow bodice
and open-toed shoes. This two by two inch photo
is black and white but I remember
the colors and dad teasing her from behind his camera.

That was before the storm blew everything down.
Mom laid on her bed all day and cried
and she cried days after because
the Chinese piano broke to pieces
and all the vines and flowers were hauled away
by the garbage man.
Grandma had me stay at her house,
she said my mother and father needed time alone.





Summer,1949

Northrup King morning glories are heavenly blue.
Dad zig zagged string from the white painted porch rail
to the eaves. Tender vines corkscrewed
all the way up,
sprouted heart-shaped leaves and hundreds
of heavenly blue trumpets yawned wide
in the morning sun.

Mom tied a Chinese piano
to woodworked gingerbread support
on the porch corner. Glass rectangles hand-painted
with Chinese designs dangled from a tinsel pagoda,
breeze-tinkled. Someone writing a first poem
might compare its sound to fairy laughter.

Mom stood before the flowering screen
laughing in her white eyelet dress with the yellow bodice
and open-toed shoes. The two by two inch photo
is black and white but I remember
the colors and dad teasing us when he took it
before the storm blew everything down.

Mom laid on her bed all day and cried
and she cried days after because
the Chinese piano broke to pieces
and all the vines and flowers were hauled away
by the garbage man.
Grandma had me stay at her house.
she said my mother and father needed time alone.


« Last Edit: June 14, 2019, 05:44:45 PM by indar9 »

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Re: Summer, 1949 wit edited version
« Reply #1 on: June 14, 2019, 05:44:02 PM »
I've edited this one and am considering a title change: A Glorious Morning, 1949