25 Cents Less
senselessly
my Mum
though
i know
from where
she came
until the
day she
passed away
still carried
baggage
from
where she had
come from
other then
from my
Nonna who
we called
Nona be
cause
she said so
america
now we
live so
parla solo only
Inglese we
are now
them
and will
become
and fit
in so
no worry about
names and
taunting
even if
it seems
the ropes
seem to
be ever
tightening
for though
they throw
words
like wop just
stop and
pick up
that
coal that they
threw at you
we'll use it
to cook
dinner but this
will persist in
your mind
for a life
time and as
time passed
by i saw my
Mum in a
grocery store
we kissed
and hug
ed but
she whispered
in my ear
don't buy
oranges
now because
next week
the price
is going
to be
less
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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