Advocacy
We use the side door off the driveway
walk through an always standing open gate
trees flank the rusty chain link fence
a staircase leading to the second floor greets us
to the left, there’s an old kitchen barely big enough
for a stove and refrigerator.
The house is heated with coal
delivered and dumped near the window
Dad shovels it into the basement and feeds the old furnace
heat rises, keeping the first floor warm, not the second
each bedroom has tall, wood-paned, drafty windows with a scenic view
sometimes there are these creepy worm like critters
and mice at the foot of my bed.
Flowering pear trees and a clothesline grace the back yard
Mom must have chosen this house
seeking her childhood-country life
tired of living on Air Force bases
Dad drives an hour to the base each day.
We are the new kids in a one room country school
me, in the sixth, my brother in the fourth
there was teasing going on
it is discussed at dinner
Mom’s hot having it
as dusk settles in
we see lights from the ’55 VW bus pass the window
she turns up the county road towards our teacher’s home
not long she returns
there is no more teasing.
9 thoughts on "Advocacy"
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What an endearing poem! Yay for Mom!! You paint a rich picture of place and family. The coal shoveling – we had a big old furnace that used wood, and when the wood was delivered we kids had the fun job of throwing the blocks through the windows into the basement. The heat was much appreciated tho.
Cinematic in detail, you take us with you so clearly!
Lovely remembrance.
Your title is a little mysterious in relation to the poem. Maybe this is one of those “gaps” Coleman talks about?
Lololololololol……I know my metaphor is kinda silly and gap tolerance and all that techy stuff. But basically Kevin’s like a 2023 Maserati, his plugs have a gap tolerance that’s measured in the thousandth’s a fine tuned performance machine. I love your title 😀 however im more like a 69 Camaro, plug gap tolerance measured by how that thing came outa O’Reilly in a rain stained box……lol… wonderful writing ❤️
I love how well-placed time this poem. The ’55 VW pass right through it! Another great poem.
love: “always standing open gate”
Ahhh, this brought back sweet memories of when I lived with my grandparents…”delivered and dumped near the window
Dad shovels it into the basement and feeds the old furnace
heat rises, keeping the first floor warm”
The vivid scenes you set in these poems tell their own stories before we get the moments that unfold there. So well done. I take the title to mean you learned the lessons of advocacy from you mother who just wouldn’t stand for what she wouldn’t stand for. I try to imagine how fierce she was.
❤️ I’m watching this movie when it gets made. Definitely!!!
Thank you for speaking truth to power. Even if it shakes ya.
Bravo Poet!
I’m going to echo how clear this piece was! There’s so much strength in her quiet intervention. A warm, honest family memory — I loved it.