My Roots of Loneliness
my mother's favorite
thing to do with us when we
were little kids was to
dump us off at someone else's house
or leave us
with a babysitter
in the summers, when
we had off
she would take us to a park
in Conneautville
in sweltering heat
and leave us there all day
with some sort of poorly-run
situation for low-income families
we would eat a bag lunch
consisting of a sandwich, a piece of fruit
and a carton of chocolate milk
it wasn't all bad
i learned to play chess there,
and sometimes I would make
a friend for a day
we would walk the block or so away
to go to the library
but i remember spending
the majority of the days
waiting for my mother
to pick us up
in the minivan
for her to love us
and be with us
however
briefly
Heidi Blakeslee lives and writes in Ambridge, Pa. She has been published in many chapbooks, zines, and newsletters over the years. She also has two poetry books, "The Empress of Hours," and "Should the Need Arise," a memoir, "The White Cat: A Paranormal
Memoir," and a novel, "Strange Man: The Edgar Allan Foe," available on amazon.com.
my mother's favorite
thing to do with us when we
were little kids was to
dump us off at someone else's house
or leave us
with a babysitter
in the summers, when
we had off
she would take us to a park
in Conneautville
in sweltering heat
and leave us there all day
with some sort of poorly-run
situation for low-income families
we would eat a bag lunch
consisting of a sandwich, a piece of fruit
and a carton of chocolate milk
it wasn't all bad
i learned to play chess there,
and sometimes I would make
a friend for a day
we would walk the block or so away
to go to the library
but i remember spending
the majority of the days
waiting for my mother
to pick us up
in the minivan
for her to love us
and be with us
however
briefly
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