Mcmullen's Meats
Forty years, Granddad had store.
Sold meat, ice cream, dry goods.
Meats made mighty fine sandwich.
He was old, bent over still
Doing his carving craft.
Had long-time customers. Some my
Dad delivered to them in his truck.
One customer Peg became Dad's lover
And second wife of seven. I loved her.
In winter Granddad sold Christmas trees.
All year long, I got a popcycle treat
And a quarter for a movie and popcorn.
The theatre was just down the street.
University town - Newark, Delaware.
Gram did bookkeeping while I read.
He also sold Pepperidge Farm bread.
When old, white building was torn
Down, became parkings spaces for
The University. A picture and an
Article in paper, I have in a box.
When I grew older had bagels with
Cream cheese, red onion and lox.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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