Paper Bag Poetry
Poems from Memory
Side One:
One hour
Three blocks home
No hot school lunch
No paper bag lunch,
Just a fast walk two blocks
under tree-lined Avenue D
turn right one block to Avenue C and home,
unless I slipped through the side yard
at Hart’s apartments,
turning right at the blue morning glories
on the neighbor’s fence
along the grassy strip
behind the landlord’s garage
to the back door
and the wooden table
in our kitchen, sitting
in the same chair always,
the one blocking the pantry door
just in front of the gas stove where
Mom scooped a bowl of
Campbell’s chicken noodle soup
to add to the P B & J
on white bread
for an easy lunch and a break
from school.
Note: that table stands in
my kitchen today,
complete with the worn leg
bruised from pushing in my chair
in Mom’s kitchen
to enter the pantry.
~ Poem from Memory
@grammasheri
https://twitter.com/grammasheri/status/1395459065250127872?s=20
Side Two:
And now I lunch
no white bread
1/2 whole wheat muffin
slice of turkey
Swiss cheese
spinach
horseradish mustard
responding to twitter poems
of connected friends
because I can:
I’m retired.
I can walk an hour anytime
in our tree-lined neighborhood
two blocks to the park
over a white footbridge
over Fiddle Creek listening to the songbirds.
I can read and write and draw and create,
learning more, relaxing more,
and letting go
of that which I cannot change.
And be grateful everyday that I can;
I can enjoy the rich conversations
and hugs of a loving partner
as we walk in the journey
of old,
old learners
still moving forward
to better the world as we can.
@grammasheri
https://twitter.com/grammasheri/status/1395464881424375811?s=20
Inspired by my friend Terry Elliott
https://twitter.com/telliowkuwp/status/1395329954527825922?s=20
https://impedagogy.com/wp/blog/2021/05/20/paper-bags/
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