SISTERS
Down in the creek
no guppy was safe
from our plastic pails or,
fingers reading a braille
of moss, rocks and clay.
Side by side on our bellies
we were single-minded
about guppies
like never again, on
politics
religion
climate change
food allergens.
Those fish in pails
sloshed home in
bike baskets,
our sisterhood
peddled harder
uphill toward
home.
You proudly showing
mom our catch
her smile wan
at my promises to tend
this batch better so they
won’t die and stink
up our room
like the last.
© 2015 Linda Mitchell. All rights reserved.
Lee Bennett Hopkins has challenged us to write a "ME poem" this month, based on one simple moment in your childhood that changed you in some way. Click HERE for more details.
Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, September 25th, and one lucky participant will win an autographed copy of Lee's gorgeous new anthology:
Lovely. I especially love "reading a braille of moss, rocks and clay," "we were single-minded about guppies," and "sloshed home in bike baskets." I really think it's these experiences that bond us for life. Thanks for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteThis is really a wonderful poem. So many lovely phrases, but my favorite is "a braille of moss, rock, and clay." Thanks for sharing it here.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely recollection of sisterhood camaraderie, Linda! I, too, like so many of your details– side by side on your bellies, sloshing home in your bike baskets, and the wonderful ending.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery and so very poignant!
ReplyDelete