Kick the can
Pump Pump pull a way
Anti I Over
Tramping the cow paths
Laying in the grass
Running free
Making rivers in the spring
Playing house in the bush
Making a tent with the table
Making music with pots and pans
Trying for rain
Hot dry summers
Skating on the dugout
A hole for the cows
Piling into the station wagon
On our way to church
A fire has escaped the burning barrel
House and yard at stake
Dad in his blue suit
Pounding the flames
And he does
And the suit escapes unscathed
I didn’t
As my body remembers
Childhood abuse
And I nearly didn’t come today
Who wants to talk about it
Choose happy it says
On a sign at the golf course
I’m nearly done writing
Next year I may choose Monday birding
Glad my mom and dad were so there for each other
For me and all nine of my brothers and sisters
As best they could
That I can speak my truth
Let out the agony
A little bit at a time
Balance out those childhood memories
Sharing the great and not so great
Thanks for listening. January 21, 2019
ellensagh 