Published Poems

Clamshells

Clamshells

Food Lion, it’s where I shop, pick up what I need. 

Make a list but it is not organized

like Mom’s: produce, frozen, milk.   

She would push the cart up and down the aisles.

Too tired to make lunch, she would pass the deli,

pick up a turkey sandwich she and Dad would split.

Stopping at the bakery

cookies in clamshell containers 

two for five dollars

chocolate chip

oatmeal raisin

She placed them in the cart–  

their treat for the week. 

No cookies in my cart

when I leave the store.

                                                South 85 Journal

                                                2017