A Christmas StoryA Poem by Katie
An abuelita came to my register
with bitter, ungrateful returns expensive sweatpants from a grown-up daughter and hand-picked grandson’s sweater. Her brown-spotted hands shook with age as she sorted out her receipts she outlined the sales in shaky red pen but could not see the letters. I quietly studied every receipt matched numbers with gifts thrown back and long after she hobbled away her back lingered before my eyes. I sat later, over my dinner haunted by red-lined receipts and wondered at people who toss such love as if it were moldy cheese.
© 2013 KatieAuthor's Note
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Added on January 2, 2013 Last Updated on January 2, 2013 Tags: christmas, sad, abuelita, ungrateful children AuthorKatieMiami, FLAboutHello! I'm a twenty-year-old university student who would love as much help and critiques on her writing as is humanly possible. I'm from Florida and enjoy reading, writing, hammocks, martial arts, an.. more..Writing
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