Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Family Poem

When I think of Mom

It’s Wal-Mart.
Take a left after entering the store
Right back to the Christmas isle.
All those plastic trees
Balanced precariously
On display for all to see.
To buy.
You took a rubber lizard
And tied the tail
To a random tree branch.
“decorations!” you claim.
It’s random. It’s bizarre.
It makes me laugh every time
I remember it.
and
Dad would be
So embarrassed.

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