Metamorphosis
metamorphosis
I was ten
Sunday night supper,
poppa said, it is time for you
to become a man.
momma sat silent
her eyes staring down
I could see her tears. he said
tomorrow you will work with me
he took my books
put them into the cupboard;
brought out a lunch pail.
my name was on the lid.
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