from my family collection… yes, those are actually my great grandparents.

Mississippi

Crumbled cornbread milk
remnant cotton backbreaking
Neshoba County
Deep southern, my roots,
a heritage avoided
by this city boy.

inspired by this prompt from Sherry Kappel:

Haiku This! “Roots”

[note: anyone finding this offensive — it’s a story, not an opinion. I come from a serious southern country background. My mother moved away from the deep rural country before I was born, so my sister and I, having a very different upbringing, were always considered the “city cousins” when we would visit.]