It was an apartment on Storrow Drive
In Boston
My brother and I would visit our
Mother on weekends
A large window faced a flat rooftop
From which my brother and I would
Toss coins to the Salvation Army
As they played music
I can see my brother at age six
Sitting on that window sill
Asking the grown up a question
When are you going to marry my mother?
written by Pauline May, 2006
copyright 2006
1 comment:
Beautiful & very powerful. This reminds me of reading short stories in literature class. I was always amazed at how much information could be conveyed in such a small amount of words!
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