Memories of the Past Present Before My Eyes
my daughter’s inside
OshKosh B’gosh
purple overalls.
“i’ve got pockets. do you have pockets?”
she asks her friend on a Pearl City sidewalk.
i’ll tell you what —
i’ve got deep pockets
for my dear eldest daughter.
so sweet son,
i was a princess for one;
who’d open doors,
lean back in a chair,
declare
with an empty wallet,
“get anything you want, ma.”
anything —
anything for you darling son.
saw herself as too shy
but the neighbor declared,
“oh no, she’s not shy at all,”
as she sold candy for a school fundraiser.
my daughter declares loudly —
with her precious soul,
the love of the Lord.
i incline my ear
to my dear youngest.
My love for all three, in order, or shuffled like cards.
Just like the jumble of memories that come to mind.
7/2/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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