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Dining with Coon I am 4 years old. Pearl and Dan invited us for Sunday dinner, the table is set with pretty china and beer cans. Daddy and Dan laugh a lot, Momma and Pearl bring food to the table; corn bread, fresh green beans, butter topped sweet potatoes, red and yellow slices of tomato, and meat. The meat looks funny like a baked cat or maybe a small dog but I am polite and sit on the Sears and Robuck as Daddy fixes my plate. Just a little bit of everything to try, he points at the meat asks me if I want some “Coonie?” He grins at me. I scream in shame! My face turns red with plopping tears, I cover my eyes with my hands as I sob… Everyone is looking at me, mouths in wide wide “O’s;” then it dawns on Daddy what he has asked… They should have taught me the real name for my private parts! |
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Ah, the memories of childhood!
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2004-08-01 10:00:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.46154
I am so grateful I have no such memories to fall back on.......we ate the same food each day of the week.....we drank soda only with spaghetti as it was too costly for the family to have......bread and milk was one meal I loved sprinkled with lots of sugar.........good structure, very sad in my thoughts though to think such things happen .........images of your little four year old frame do jump out at me my friend, I can hear your screams even as I type. Good job......be safe and thanks for posting, God Bless, Claire