Favorite Photo

Favorite Photo

A mother chases her

toddler who runs

across the front lawn.

The scene is captured

in a photograph.

Years later, the former

toddler looks through

a box of old pictures.

She remembers the one

of the chase scene,

which is a favorite.

She notices several

other photos in which

someone seems to be

holding her in place.

She never has been

able to settle down.

The prompt for this poem was to choose a memory to write about.

Links

Sandra Moran Radio Book Club--Fire Shut Up in My Bones, May 13

Poetic Asides

Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day

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Duck-The Secret Word

Neatness still was in style when I was growing up. Shirts and blouses were worn tucked in.

My father was the shirt monitor.  Whenever a shirt or blouse crept out from the confines of pants or skirts, Dad yelled “Hey, kaczka”, which means duck in Polish. That was the signal that a shirttail was showing.  All who heard the call quickly reached behind to check their shirts and remedy the situation, if necessary.

Years later, when I was visiting  my parents; my father and I were sitting in the living room. I got up to walk into the kitchen and heard the words “Hey, kaczka.” My hand flew behind my back, but I frowned as I found my shirt was tucked in. My father laughed and said “I wanted to see if you remembered.”

Yes, Dad. I remember.

Thanks to J.Lynn Sheridan for this week's Wordsmith Studio Creative Prompt-Hop on Pop.

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