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Old-Timer's by Lynette N Bat-Abba Tuesday, November 17, 2009 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan

I’s jealous of ‘er, Knittin ghost blankets with perdu needles Tellin them children she don’t member she’s got “They is a baby on the way.” Taking me to places of our childhood I’d long forgotten in the wilds of Georgia where we found baby skunks and thought they was kittens. Momma fed ‘em corn bread and we kept them in a basket on the back porch. Rock of Ages was the only line we knew. Our underwear was made of cotton sheets Or daddy’s shirts you could see through from beatins on a warshboard, But she remembers the taste of poverty as apples and sweet sand-plum jelly on Christmas morning while I’m stuck in the present bein an old woman and she’s moving back to precious time.

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Reviewed by David Hightower	8/24/2011

Lynette - Love this poem, especially the paradox of the last lines, on Christmas morning while Iâ€™m stuck in the present bein an old woman and sheâ€™s moving back to precious time.




Reviewed by Regis Auffray	1/29/2010

You have recreated and recalled these times through the reflections of your character very effectively via your verses, Lynette. Well done! Love and best wishes, Regis