Hand-Me-Downs by Barbara A. Meier

i did the laundry
silencing the buzzer
to keep the babies sleeping

i made dinners
mopped the floor
so little hands and feet
could crawl the linoleum floor

i guess i dressed 
you like orphans
with hand me downs
from Aunt Susan

i wore hand-me-downs from cousins
it didn’t bother me
life in hand me downs
was the garden before the snake

i thought i was the good mom
staying home 
but i guess you thought us poor
you wanted things

i didn’t know to give you
nor had the money to buy
i had the best intentions

i just didn't realize
i am not the mom 
you want around

and i have no business
snooping around
in your hand me down lives
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About the Poet:

Barbara A Meier has spent the last four years living on the Southern Oregon Coast.  She retired from teaching kindergarten this summer and moved to Colorado to spend time with her mom.  Her first Micro Chapbook, “Wildfire LAL 6” came out this summer from Ghost City Press. “Getting Through Gold Beach” came out in November, 2019 from Writing Knights Press. She has been published in The Poeming Pigeon, TD; LR Catching Fire Anthology and The Fourth River.  

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