What She Had Hoped For
The older lady used words that no one remembered.
We were not sure if they were mean or glad.
But they spewed out in crazy ways.
Hitting people in their faces
Clawing at their eyes.
Smacking us in our noses.
Maybe they are bad words my uncle suggested.
He was a sailor, so he recognized the connotation.
The content was an anomaly.
We smiled at her, hoping she would give us a clue.
She could not. She had forgotten their meaning
But she adored the reactions that she received.
They were what she had hoped for.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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