Soured #PoetTues 7/4


Written March, 2017, this poem doesn’t celebrate. Rather, it serves as a reminder that some pains never go away. Hunger in the United States is very real, especially for children, the disabled, and the elderly.


Mom cried as we emptied the fridge

And so did I

Not because we couldn’t replace things

But over memories

Of empty plates and growling bellies

 – New appliances can’t heal old wounds

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