Old Poem In Burning Pile

Working Mother

No Time To Wipe My Ass

Toil Toil Toil Toil

So easy to get the water to boil

Grandma chopped the wood and stunk of crude fuel

Her mom walked all the way across with a mule

To take it for granted would make me a fool

Everyday

unwinds about

this time

Schedules

Predictability

Where is the chanting coming from?

Published by cherrykola

I live in Port Orford Oregon.

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