Those Broke Summer Days
Those broke summer days
we sipped sugar water, in place of ice tea,
or red Kool-aid in the place of slurpee’s,
We ate jelly sandwiches,
and cheese sandwiches too,
cut from a block the government issued.
No fine dining meals, our momma would say,
‘Go for what you know, y’all, Tonight I work late.
Sprint to the kitchen, roaches occupy a lane,
To reach the lone slice of bread
And match the fried bologna we made.
Dessert, brought frozen canned fruit,
Shielded from the bagged peas,
Hope my brother wont find
my stash, eat them and tease.
For a grown child there was little,
for four there was less,
Despite our roaring bellies,
momma provided her best.
Late hours of tag,
collecting rocks in low tide,
Tuck away into the dusk,
when they seek and we hide.
Reminisce of those times and
fuel we lacked, yet
Those broke summer days,
I would never give back.
