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Friendsgiving

November 18, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 322 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Photographs taken by Rebekah J. Marshall 11/17/24.

Friends gathered
around a table
sharing a meal
giving thanks for each other
and the chance to be together.
Laughter and stories
between bites
of chicken fried steak,
fried catfish, fried okra,
rosemary chicken Greek salad,
mashed potatoes,
mac & cheese, Caribbean rice,
candied yams, black-eyed peas,
and buttermilk pie.
Austin-style Southern cooking
is perfect for my first
ever Friendsgiving.

@Home Studio – 322nd poem of the year poem of the year (After lunch with Debbie, Celinda, Yulia, Jenni, and Paula.)

Runner ups for the Friendsgiving photos to accompany my poem:

Poetry, Writing

Mean Girls

September 5, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 232 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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My granddaughter admitted
school was off to a rough start.
I asked her what was wrong,
and her answer broke my heart.

She said there was a mean girl
who was excluding her at lunch.
She had to sit all by herself,
which felt like a gut punch.

I asked if the only other
black girl in her class
stood up for her or reached out,
but that did not come to pass.

Why can’t children include others?
Why must they make it so hard?
I guess it’s human nature to fear,
and be a bully in the school yard.

We talked about some things to try
and a few days later I checked in.
Not only were things going better,
But the girl was now her good friend.

@Home Studio on – 232^nd poem of the year

Runner ups for the Mean Girls photos to accompany my poem:

Poetry, Writing

Petting Zoo

June 23, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 174 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Photographs taken by Erica Smith 6/22/24.

Chickens, ducks, cousins, goats,
bunnies, memories, friends, and fun—
a morning spent at a petting zoo
laughing and learning in the sun.

Parents watch and take photographs,
encourage the children to be brave,
pet those babies and give them love;
try to make that little goat behave.

A kid’s a kid, whether goat or child,
ready for frolicking on a summer day.
Each is happy to be with the other,
nothing to do but run around and play.

@Genuine Joe’s – 174^th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Petting Zoo photos to accompany my poem:

Poetry, Writing

Erica Magic

May 26, 2024 rebekahjmarshall Leave a comment

(Poem 141 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

One minute she’s harvesting
seeds from dried flowers she
plucked from her own garden,
the next she’s trying on new
nails she got on sale from her
latest favorite glamour website.
She flits around handling
five children clamoring like
baby birds for her food and
her praise because nothing
is better than Erica approval.
Through it all she’s telling stories,
sharing the latest gossip, and
exclaiming such things as
I can’t,
ain’t nobody got time for that,
go lay down,
I got time today,
who are you talkin’ to,
not on my watch,
I can hear you, you know,
the call is coming from inside the house,
get somebody else to do it,
boy, bye,
they’re all broken.
And we laugh and cry and
sip tea and share our lives.