Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Slop Can

I remember being in Chicago, before we
moved out to Winfield…at the oldest, I
was three….but I remember the kitchen
table…chrome chairs...the faux marble
pattern of the table top popular in the Fifties.

And I would always knock over the glass
of milk, or, whatever it was, so, my mother
got to calling me “Slop-Can”. I got glasses
when I went to school a couple of years later,
which, now, leads me to believe I knocked all those
things over because I couldn’t see very well.

But my mother’s actions gave me a great
sense of humor and turned me to poetry...
just in time before she went crazy.


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