Hour Six
Prompt 6
Taking the Air
When I was a child
and my grandmother lived with us,
she got out in the fresh air
nearly every day. She kept up
with the neighborhood as she toured,
with my friends’ families and
with the grocer in the small corner store.
She knew before many that he was moving
to a new store. There aren’t any
such things as corner stores anymore,
but when I put on my sturdy shoes
every day to stride out into
my neighborhood on my route
long ago planned, I think of
my Grandmother and how
she would lace up her special shoes
to go out and take in the air.
The nostalgia here, coupled with the visceral and immediate understanding of those “sturdy shoes” is delightful and unifying for anyone who reads it. Well done.
I agree with peaflowertea and I like how your poems are harkening back to a time when we mended things, tended to our community and were more connected!! Thank you!