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.
Sally Clark says
You got that right! What a wonderful poem!
Diana Trautwein says
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. That’s what grandparents are for, right? To introduce their grands to the finer things in life!
I love this line – where the weight of the entire piece falls: “Sally did not partake.” Perfect!
Sandra Heska King says
I’m cracking up at the hot apple pie fresh from McDonald’s!