A Life in 100 Words

In the kitchen of my childhood home, I’m grown-up enough to sit

on a chair at the blond maple table. My brother Peter is next to me

in the highchair. When the stove buzzer goes off I call to Mommy’s

back, “My eggy winged.” She smiles hearing my pronouncement

and begins to peel our soft-boiled eggs. Peter’s little legs begin

pumping in anticipation of the “soldiers,” toast cut into sticks for

poking the yolks. I grab a fistful and give him two. “He might choke

if he gets more,” is my rationale while I host a battalion on my lap.

 

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Photo courtesy of Priscilla Martel

The poems under the title A Life in 100 Words is a new manuscript that I have been working on and plan to post when I feel they are at least draft-ready.