Too Cold for Snow...
Wed, 02 Mar 2016
Daytimes, she cleaned rich folks’ houses;
evenings, she worked the late shift
at a local hospital laundry.
Wanted her to tuck me in at nights,
not him; didn’t want to play no secret games
go to places, so dark, even with the gas-lamp on
no child should have gone.
Just wanted a bedtime story... wanted moonlight,
glinting on her bangles, to hear them jingle, growing ever fainter
as she crept down them stairs, like in the old days
when my real dad was there...
wanted her to unteach the things he taught me...to unsay
the things he’d said...wanted much more than Vaseline to make
the hurt go away...a pain lingered on –
the more intense.
If only I’d known, then, it was all about
putting clothes on us kids' backs...more coal on the fire
more often than not, though...it was still way too cold –
even for snow.