Good Enough for Pat and Penny
A 1944 photo of my father and mother
creased with stains and in a broken frame
is knocked off its stand whenever the breeze
gets it dander up
What could they have been thinking in that
field at his cousin’s farm on Old Cairo Road
when the Battle of the Bulge killed so many
the army drafted older men with families?
His rag tail uniform
and her face fresh like Rita Hayworth
will make me go over to close the window
and dust the glass with a mismatched sock
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Nice frame!
I have some wonderful old photos in frames that cause me to reflect as well. Good poem.
Perfect ending image for your poem that vibrates with such reverence.
What could they have been thinking? I want to know.
Is one sock ever mismatched?
steve: should really be “unmatched” I guess,
but don’t you think “mismatched” somehow rings truer?
“gets it dander up” would also work in today’s poem by Amy Cunningham, “Proverbs are Open.” I love the dusting line, as I can never find a dust rag.
Nice detail: dander up; rag tail uniform; mismatched sock.
I really like this. Most of us have one or two of those, the stains and broken glass just hint at their thoughts
That last line is so tender!