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
Friday, May 26, 2017
The Joe Mengele Low-Down Natural-Death Blues
How morally comforting to know a
South American nation welcomes you,
The Church acting as Travel Agent.
Of course, if you're a Boom-Boom
Master Techie, the Enemy awaits
with open arms!
Labels: Church, Mengele, Nazi, refuge, war criminal
Monday, November 07, 2016
Weather
Kendal's bunk very nearly
touched Darley's.
But it was warm in the gym
and the lights held as
the hurricane thrashed.
The cleanup extensive later,
they had to stay an extra day.
Was arranged that each
could have a shower in the
Girls locker room.
When Darley returned she wore
a fresh blouse printed with
photographs.
"From the Civil Rights Struggle,"
she answered Kendal.
"I see."
Labels: Civil Rights, cleanup, hurricane, refuge, shelter, women
