tiny glasses

tiny glasses

A Poem by Christine

I.

 

I'm doing

the things

they used to do

for me

when I was little;

 

I never knew

there would

come a day

 

when

 

I would

do them

alone

 

II.

 

you always

kept

canada dry

in the refrigerator

at your house

 

on ransom road

where you held secrets

in your basement

and fed them the table scraps

when you thought

we couldn't see you

 

you served us

ginger ale

in tiny glasses

 

III.

 

leave work

go to price chopper

 

spend over $87

 

buy Canada dry

come home

and put it

in the biggest glass

you can find.

 

no one

is here

to tell me

not to drink

so much

 

IV.

 

I heard

about the time

you beat the s**t out of him

for getting drunk

 

and he never

did it

again

 

He drank

ginger ale

out of

 

tiny glasses

© 2016 Christine


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sounds like a very good memory, maybe of someone who passed away? or someone you are no longer with? just what I got out of it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is an interesting read. I haven't had ginger ale in a long time.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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