Wanting, 1958
Sitting on a twin bed
in a pass-through bedroom
a fan moves hot air
You don’t know how hard
your daddy works, Mom says
to make what little we have
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Sitting on a twin bed
in a pass-through bedroom
a fan moves hot air
You don’t know how hard
your daddy works, Mom says
to make what little we have
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So much conveyed (so clearly) in this succinct poem. Well done!
Your title balances the piece perfectly
Wonderful, Laverne! The brevity makes it.
You are definitely on a roll. All your poems rock this year.
Laverne, I can still feel the hot air from my younger days but now smile. I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything. Thanks for sharing.
Oh, my goodness! That title says it all – wonderful capture that says so much without saying a lot!
Your poem presents a whole portrait in so few words. The pass through bedroom, the fan going, and your mother’s words. All speak to a working class family – and an adolescent daughter up bumping against the limiting factors that come with that. Amazing.
Your wonderful poem really touched me. It put so many pictures and memories in my head. You said so much in 6 lines.