The little things I didn’t value as a child I now reflect on with nostalgia as an adult. Looking back, I realize those were the good days. Some of my fondest memories are now etched in spoken word. I hope you enjoy your visit to Auntie’s House.
Auntie’s House
faint sounds of birds chirping,
distant ambulances
and never halting traffic
mask backyard sky
tube television plays Wheel of Fortune
in black and white with poor reception
induced by metal bunny ear’s -gone AWOL
vine plants expand carelessly, on the living room window seal
the china cabinet has also fallen under their spell
it adorns foliage fit for kings
around the corner, down the hall
nestled on the glass table top, in the dinning room, is a white ceramic potpourri bowl:
filled with lemons, tangerines and wood chips galore
fans turn slowly, burnt toast, eggs and orange juice
are waiting for me
on my Auntie’s plastic covered, flower print, retro couch from the 70’s
i sit down, cool out, slide off and wait
for the call of the ice cream man
he comes down the street
just as chill as he please
he mr. push pop, he mr. freeze
with a song everybody know
selling more icy treats
than the neighborhood pusher man
our Willy Wonka without the factory
rolling down 64th and Cali
faint sounds of birds chirping
distant ambulances
and never halting traffic
mask the backyard sky
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