Goo Goo
It’s easy to cry tears of joy as an old Sicilian woman jams her fingers and hands
on her hand held device
Each time the lite blinks her blood pressure boils . . .
Goo Goo, tella me, I meana singa me my favorite songa, Non Dimenticaur
Google robot replies in a dead pan drone . . .
The weather is 21 degrees and clear in Brooklyn!
The old woman slams her hand down on the blinking lite
Goo Goo you a don’ta knowa no thinga!
She throws her over worked hands up in the air and kicks a kitchen chair
as she yells at her laughing children and grandchildren
Oha my a Goda a, what isa this crazy thinga anyway?
You tryina playa joke on me, don’ta thinka I don’ta knowa whata youa doina me!
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I felt like I was seeing a vivid scene from a movie…A nice interplay between describing, implying and speech. A genuine smile comes with reading this through. Thank you Darlene!
Oh Thank you Ann. She reminds me of my Dad’s mom my Sicilian grandmother. This poem makes me happy and reminds me of my Sunday afternoon visits with my Dad’s family. No one ever spoke English. It was always full of great food and the garden and happy inclusive family time!