Aprons
Grandma had three kitchen drawers full of folded aprons
pinks, light blues, spring greens, yellow,
gold, polka-dotted, striped, square-cut and scalloped
Aprons to cook in and clean
and for my sister and me
aprons to tie on like capes and run
batman and robin-style
through the house screaming
bada dada dada dada BATMAN!
Joining ranks at every carpeted corner
Freezing and splitting off again with
dramatic orders--You go that way
Grandma took the aprons off the laundry line
while I pushed my whole body into bulging sheets
melting into cotton, molded by wind
Grandma's work polished fingers
pinched the wood clothespins which doubled as
triggers for rubber band guns
Outdoors, clean air and sun
a ceilingless blue sky
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Eric Robertson is the author of Whatever Comes of Not Knowing. Former longtime resident, journalist and organizer in the Tenderloin he now teaches first-grade and lives in a house with a yard. Robertson's stories draw on observations of life in the inner city and on his early years growing up in the South.
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Hi eric, when are you
Hi eric,
when are you going to post something!
Don't forget to prompts me!