Magazine article National Forum

One Morning between Wars

Magazine article National Forum

One Morning between Wars

Article excerpt

The girl in the purple robe

tangled like a bath towel

lolls on the couch and laughs,

some pre-school song or clown trick

bouncing in her mind. Will she

years from now recall this Sunday morning

on the coast, up before Mommy

and her brothers, the lazy, purring world

all to herself? Will she remember

this hour of lounging, twisting

turning, and humming, her daddy

bringing breakfast on a tray,

the brittle bacon, the tiny tub of syrup,

hot strips of sweet French toast?

Will she miss the months he wasn't home,

the TV chant of Desert Storm

that the grown ups found exciting? He's back,

and now she lolls and rolls the bacon

on her lips, and nibbles, dips the toast

and dribbles sticky syrup on her tongue.

Her own real daddy brings

more bacon strips. He says she makes him

happy when she eats so well. …

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