the american dream

her hair is thrown up casuallywith two chopsticks and a red bandanna

chiffon and cotton adorn her waist

and a yellowed wifebeater is her blouse

 

two dirty children race around the yard

red hair flowing behind them

the boy is winning but sister tries so hard

a toddler in the sandbox looks at his siblings

and chortles in delight

 

she sits on the porch in a wicker chair

a baby girl in her wiry arms

a copy of wuthering heights in her lap

she watches her children and remembers

when she was so free as they

 

the house is nothing special

just a little bungalow with a screen door

the yellowed grass fades into

the cracked sidewalk fades into

the street with a small produce stand across

 

she takes a sip of tea from a mason jar

then sets it back on the windowsill

the baby whimpers and bats her lashes

she grabs a bottle from the sill

 

a ragged truck sputters past

slows for just a moment to admire

the simplicity of a wicker chair

the beauty of a loving heart

 

her hair is thrown up casually

with two chopsticks and a red bandanna

chiffon and cotton adorn her waist

and a yellowed wifebeater is her blouse
– lexxie rae 01-16-2014

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