when i moved away from home,
my dad bought me a bed.
his then-girlfriend now fiancé’s sister’s sin -bedspread.
& at first i didn’t like her,
she would squeak and she was short,
but then we gave her heels (stilts) and she became my best support.
she was a full-fit for a queen
sometimes she’d wobble, never lean
she held me when my boyfriend left
she tucked me in the nights i wept…
i helped her shift, fixed the feng shui
and when i moved out she came with me.
we set her up to take her down to set her up and spin her round’ —
so that the sun would hit her just right
and wouldn’t wake me with a fight
& i made sure i did her up each morning
picture-perfect pillow adorning,
three houses down and more to go,
but i sold her to an old fellow
at 10am this morning.
and as he drove her away
i realized that the fifty-bucks
was cheap for what she gave.
About the Creator
Do you understand haiku?
Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylora day ago in Poets
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Oh this hit me