I am from my grandparent’s house
Sunday roasts with carrots and potatoes
brown beans and cornbread a fixture at every meal
bottled pop—Coke, Tab, and RC Cola
drinking from glasses that came from
washing powder boxes.
I am from long summer days
mosquito bites, too many to count
pink skin from calamine lotion
a squirt of Bactine on skinned knees
waiting until 4 o’clock to turn
on the radio—hoping Mimi
would dedicate a song to me.
I am from prime time television
with my Mimi—eating popcorn
every night.
Heehaw, All in the Family, too many
sitcoms to mention
no one sits in papaw’s char
until he goes to bed—around 8 o’clock
we could stay up as long as
we didn’t laugh too loud.
