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
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.
Ephemeral Elegies 