for Sally

A poem for my friend. Just cuz.

 
“I don’t like vegetables,” Sally sneered

looking like a first-grader

 

Her grandparents had a farm and a dry-goods store

Sally did not partake

 

She spared her children the trials of brussels sprouts

the tribulations of runaway squash

 

Yet they learned somehow to savor a salad

Their kids—her grandkids—raised free from sugar,

 

hormone-tainted milk, the injustice of white flour,

bound up Sally’s front porch steps

 

devour her hot apple pie,

fresh from McDonald’s.

Comments

  1. You got that right! What a wonderful poem!

  2. Love it!

  3. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. That’s what grandparents are for, right? To introduce their grands to the finer things in life!

  4. I love this line – where the weight of the entire piece falls: “Sally did not partake.” Perfect!

  5. I’m cracking up at the hot apple pie fresh from McDonald’s!