Two Housewives (Age 2)
To break the monotony of their day,
my mother, and her best friend,
ate breakfast at the dinette within Schnucks,
before they did their grocery shopping for the week.
At age two, I was the last remaining child at home,
and my mom dragged me along.
She placed me in a highchair,
and pushed M & Ms into my mouth,
to pacify my potential cries.
Mom and Sue drank their coffee,
and gossiped about neighbors,
complained about husbands,
laughed about kids,
and commiserated in their shared exhaustion.
Both held college degrees,
but here they sat,
and lamented about lives that might have been.
Two women sat,
trapped in the cultural norms,
that imprisoned them in homes--
tethered to irons,
soaked in raw beef,
smothered by loads of laundry,
glued to brooms,
sweeping away the dirt.
And wishing they, too, could be swept away
to a different kind of life.
3/2/2018 06:49:14 pm
What a memory! You explained their life and activities at Schnucks in an amazing way. Interesting ... I wonder if they would agree with you today. I see that you are crafting slices from each year of life, perhaps? That is amazing in itself ... my memory is just not that good. Happy writing! Thanks for sharing!
3/2/2018 07:06:30 pm
I love the fun, clever approach you seem to be taking for this year’s Slice of Life Challenge! Can I assume you will be slicing about a memory from each year of your life? I look forward to reading
3/2/2018 08:00:58 pm
This poem took me back to shopping (sometimes at Schnuck's) with my grandmother. Wow... like a time machine.
I really, really liked this. So beautifully written, such an interesting perspective for a young kiddo to have. As a stay at home mom myself, with a masters degree gathering dust and dreams of being a writer on the shelf for the moment. For the year. For the decade, probably. So I really identify with this in a big way.
3/3/2018 07:46:42 am
Interesting little snapshot that tells so much more. This reminds me of a novel I’m reading, too - Everything I Never Told You. And of course reminds me of my grandmother, who put aside her own career aspirations to raise 4 kids in the 50s...but helped put me through college and encouraged me to continue with my career after my son was born. We come from pretty great women!
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Brian Kissel is an Associate Professor of education at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte. His focus is writing instruction. He lives in North Carolina with his wife, Hattie and three kiddos: Charlie, Ben, and Harriet.