9 march
silver maples grew in rows outside and the leaves blew in the wind
catching the light here and there
she stood in the sunny kitchen window watching them.
She was wearing the hand me down cotton dress her sister had worn last summer but
it was jelly stained now from the doughnuts they had baked.
Who does that anyway? Wasn't there a freakin' doughnut shop on every corner
around here?
Lately she had been thinking about what a long, strange trip it had all been...
but sometimes in life you've got to celebrate the misses.
catching the light here and there
she stood in the sunny kitchen window watching them.
She was wearing the hand me down cotton dress her sister had worn last summer but
it was jelly stained now from the doughnuts they had baked.
Who does that anyway? Wasn't there a freakin' doughnut shop on every corner
around here?
Lately she had been thinking about what a long, strange trip it had all been...
but sometimes in life you've got to celebrate the misses.
Oh I love this and yes there is a donut shop on every corner but it is not as poetic or pretty. Hug B
ReplyDeleteYou do indeed..I think those donuts must have been special
ReplyDeleteVery interesting little poem/story...♡ Woven with the words, on the pink background pic below, I guess. Sweet...♡
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed stepping into your vignette.
ReplyDeleteBaking your own doughnuts could be nuts but it could also be a sweet blessing..
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