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AH wilderness

Posted by jeresk on February 18, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

ma and i go shopping

for dad’s diapers

and the nice lady greeter says to her

– so heeAH you AH!  wayAH ya been, deeAH?

and ma says

– well, my husband has cancer.

then the gory details the dueling doctors’ prognosis the medications.

nice lady says

– my husband back in maine was given two yeeAHs and lived

twelve and it was all the

carrot juice – freshnow deeAH notfrozen – twice a day in the juicAH

that’s what the mexicans do and they know things

but deeAH put in an apple to make it taste bettAH – he liked that – and

it was

twelve moAH with carrot juice and the prayAHs of cAHs

it won’t wAHk without the prayAHS and i had ’em all sendin up those

prayAHs

the presbyterians the methodists and the catholics of cAHs

tho livin with my new man now and us not bein married means i don’t take

communion any moAH but with his two dAHvAHses and all those kids of his

all grow’d up and not needin some new mothAH takin theyAH

inhAHitance and all but i figgAH that’s batween me and him and

gAHd and i’m not goin to confession fAH something like

living with a good man who treats me good and

the priest needs to be warryin about somethin else

like prayAHs for your husband, deeAH, so

now i’m goin ta add him to my prayAH list.

ma says –

bobby.  his name’s bobby.

nice lady says –

he’ll be in my prayAHs tonite deeAH.  so carrots with an apple.

juicAHs on aisle five.

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