Kennedy
junior was quiet nice
but the ***** he married not so
and if their airplane dove in the sea
not my problem as caroline kept visiting
with her children gawking at the black men next table
making bundle with jingle
I was ten when her father died
announce on the radio in the dark
no hot water public bath every week
and the toilet you had to share outside of the room
with cot beds opened for my sibling every night
as me the youngest will sleep with my mom in a bed for one
and for sure we had no heat winter come and will scurry every penny
for a baguette of bread to make dinner
and then became adult with a prospect I am going to find caroline
and sure did but took my time never telling the story sister
and wrapped your coat around your shoulders as Shloosberg told me
you don't have to do that but answered it's my privilege to do so
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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