Four things Meme

Four jobs in my life,

four things that shape self,

a daycare for elderly, where I

played checkers with Buel

as he fought World War II

for the thousandth time,

A dockhand at the marina,

where I pulled condoms

from air-conditioner vents

and scrubbed toilets for snotty

rich vacationers who thought they

were so much better than I,

a farmhand in endless sun

which made look from India

and caused classmates to question

nationality,

and a teacher, yet a teacher,

always a teacher. It is my heart.

Four places I’ve lived,

that grew inside me and

never let go,

Gradyville where I rode my first bike,

purple with hard tires,

Sparksville where I learned

we were poor,

Milltown, where I learned

we were richly blessed,

Garlin, where I learned
I was grown.

all Adair communities…I am like the trees,

my roots don’t walk.

As Sherry says, “Kentuckians

move less than those in any other

state and are more likely to come

home if they move away.

Is that good or bad? Yes.”

Four places I’d rather

be right now if my heart

were not content in this

classroom,

Hiking along the Cumberland

where moss covers gray boulders

and water crashes with thunder,

walking along the beach

after afternoon thunderstorms,

eating lunch with my daughter

or sleeping in my hammock

beneath shade trees.

Four of my favorite foods

that are not poetic but

they are good.

fruit, especially bananas

tuna

cabbage

buttermilk cornbread IN my glass of buttermilk

Four People I tag:

Pamela

Terri

Colin

Brenda

3 thoughts on “Four things Meme

  1. Nochipa

    This is for the toilets you scrubbed and the children you teach.
    I too identify with much of your poetry. I watch this before school starts–gets me goin.

  2. Nochipa

    This is for the toilets you scrubbed and the children you teach.
    I too identify with much of your poetry. Sometimes it makes me smile or think and sometimes it makes my heart stop. Well, I watch this before school starts–gets me going.

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