Savannah, Within A Month

Once, when my curls still tickled, only the tops of my ears,
Mum quietly ironed my daddy's pants - he ate his cold grits and eggs.

She thought I didn't see her see me watching the cat,
Claw at her leg - And so, I just asked,

"Why does déjà vu  only come too late, for me to know what I should do?"
She wrinkled her nose, instead of sayin' and,
Singed her spider-leg fingers.

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So, I sat there.
Somewhat, unsure.

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"Baby," she said, as she shook her head, "You shouldn't fret over things like that."
She continued her ironin' - the cat kept clawin',

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And, I sat there.
Somewhat, unsure.

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I asked my daddy earlier, yesterday, if he would work late, down at the office.
He began saying some words, but very few were heard,

My attention smelled -
So much -
Like grits.

I saw the wine bottle stolen and my cookies still frozen,
Yesterday,
But, in a way,
Soon after the airport.

Reviews

[Elephants & Coyotes]

You are always reading between my lines.
It wasn't my intention at all, really, to even put that in here.
Though, the words written were about me going to the airport, for Savannah.

[Judy Ponceby]

Fantastic detail brings the reader right into your story. I'm feeling a bit slow today I'm afraid, and I'm thinking the ending may mean that your father had left your family?? I'm not so sure, seems quite sad and wistful in the end. Love the flow of your words. and the dialogue with the mother.