Wednesday, April 06, 2016
Iva
Iva
Dear Henry,
I found this picture of Mother
in Great Uncle's attic.
Wishing I could send you
that dead coyote.
Bet it would be worth more than
all those skunks you trapped
last summer
when you hatched that plan
to get rich quick.
Let me tell you,
rich ain't always grand.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
Labels:
bygones,
original,
Poetry Month 2016,
story in verse
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Iva sounds like she really misses her old life. Love these!
ReplyDeleteTheir voices are coming through so clearly. I'm looking forward to your poems every day. I'd love to see a family tree.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Liz. These voices are so true. Your family is coming alive before my eyes.
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