The Nanny

The Nanny

A Poem by ggephart

Alright, runt.

Let's get your little a*s dried off,”

she says from the lid of the toilet

as she puts her cigarette out

on the head of the floating rubber ducky.


For breakfast she makes us

a pile of fluffy brown pancakes

and covers them in sticky syrup,

even though my father says

sugar is a gateway drug.


At the park she kicks the pigeons

that get too near.

They got more germs on 'em

than the bathroom door

at O'Neil's Pub.”


A telemarketer calls

while we are playing Monopoly

and she says some words,

that when I repeat later,

cause my mother's knees to buckle.


My father calls her a “firecracker.”

My mother calls her “uncouth.”

She calls herself a “free thinker.”

I call her mama sometimes

but she says I should quit.


When I grow older I will understand

that life didn't go exactly

the way she had planned.

But for now,

we are happy. 

© 2012 ggephart


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Added on April 22, 2012
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ggephart
ggephart

WI



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