MOM
First grade Sunday School teacher
Painting the first grade room purple
in a conservative and stuffy church.
She was the beloved Miss Pat.
Back when she was in first grade
she lived in a tent in the summer
on the outskirts of society in Newaygo.
She was her mother’s little Patsy.
When she was a girl she loved watching movies
at the cinema in town
when she ushered in North Muskegon.
She was invisible in the dark.
When she wore tight jeans, she rode in cars with boys
on twenty-eighth street in Grand Rapids.
Back then it was called “the strip”.
She was one fast chick.
When she was supposed to be with Shorty
she ran over and jumped into Dad’s car.
After they got married
she never moved again.
She got heavy birthing a brood of boys
while working at “the office”
for a nice old man named Max.
She loved to watch movies on T.V. with me.
She still watched movies
when I moved away with my wife.
She was always friendly when we visited,
But we never had another movie marathon.
She got old
from the inescapable immensity of life.
She likes to take my kids to the cinema
but she always talks to me about her cats.
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