Saturday, March 05, 2022
Mr Oggley-woh-pickle-wiggle
Finally got me & 3 kids (Daddy: “War-Dead”)
on military flight! But not enough baggage room,
so caseworker insists on 1 Toy for all 3. They VOTE!
Mr Oggley-woh-pickle-wiggle wins.
Nondescript & filthy as I tape him to
my backpack.
We’re off! Land in Florida place I never heard of.
All old people, so love the kids that first night.
Though guy who runs motel wonders:
“What funny country you from?”
I dig out the backpacks & hang the clothes
all over to air out.
Sit outside with 1 eye on my deep sleepers.
Mr Oggley-woh-pickle-wiggle complains loudly!
I go back in & untape him. Wash him in the little sink.
“Can we go outside now? “
I nod to him. He airs out in the lawn chair next to mine! “Look at that LIGHT!”
Not much--moon big as a sun though.
“You're one GREAT MOM!” Thank him…but
saying to him that he’s just a dream.
“Nope. It's me.”
I laugh, & he goes on:
“And never ever forget
how much I love you!”
Labels: children, doll, refuge, toy, war, war-dead