Second HomecomingA Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm a WriterSecond HomecomingAnother poem that was born in Myra Shapiro's class
I could be in Belhaven singing hymns, gathering brown eggs and cooking collard greens. I could be spoiling grandbabies while their mama works nights at Toppin’s making pure pork country sausage. I could be Page Sparrow with an apron girded belly and pear preserves in the pantry I don’t want to go to sleep yet. I could be Belhaven Wisteria blocks the view from the front room window White rose on a blue suit for Mother’s Day I could be teaching Vacation Bible School at Sidney Freewill Baptist Church An army of plaster of paris Jesus’s stand side by side on a shelf ready to be attacked with tempera and determination I could be Nelma Linton limping through life in a cloud of Vicks Vapor Rub and regret I don’t want to go to sleep yet. I could be in Belhaven riding past row after row after row of corn, tobacco, soybeans, pine trees and barefooted children I could be rushing through supper to get to Wednesday night prayer meeting where I’ll talk to God and Blanche Burgess I could be Katie McClese Foreman. A Methodist. Going to bed early with a sick headache leaving Roswell and the children to tiptoe around her immaculate house. I don’t want to go to sleep yet. I want to go down to the old house one more time. Mama’s standing in the kitchen Daddy’s singing about that old gang of his. I want milk and honey. I want faith and grace. I want to wrap myself in mystery and an eight pointed star quilt and rest beneath a moonless sky. © 2008 My Name is Brenda and I'm a WriterReviews
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Added on February 5, 2008Last Updated on February 5, 2008 AuthorMy Name is Brenda and I'm a WriterFalls Church, VAAboutMy first novel was inspired by my own childhood on Pungo Creek in rural North Carolina where I grew up in a house shared by three generations. It seems it took a lifetime to write but it was actually.. more..Writing
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