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While putting on her shoes she remembers
Father calling her from a far room to
Prepare for church, to wear her best, and to
Shine her shoes. She slips her foot into the

Shoes, placing a finger behind the heel
To lever in, the foot sinking down with
A tidy feel. I want to see my face
In the shoes, Father would call back then, and

She remembers spitting phlegm onto the
Black leather of her shoes and brushing with
The old yellow duster Mother used to
Polish the furniture. She pushes her

Other foot into the shoe, fingering it
In with ease, sensing the heel fit in snug.
She gazes at her black shoes, unpolished,
Unkempt. How Father would turn in his grave

To see them as such, she thinks, drawing a
Tongue licked finger along the toe of both
Shoes. I want to see my face in your shoes,
Father would bellow, his loud heavy tread

Entering the room twenty years before,
His hawk eyes scanning her dress, her hair, her
Shoes. And woe betide you, my girl, if they’re
Not shiny, Father said, towering tall

Over her, peering down overhead. She
Sits up staring at the door of her old
Room. No more shoe inspections; no more smacks
And smarts. Father’s silent now, Father’s dead.

and so i repeat....
the drumbeat rhythm,
a symposium of givens
and boughts, the naughts,
the positives, the daunting
wishes, the insistences of want.....

could i, please sir,
buy or somehow procure
a copy of a collection of your verse?

apologies for being so immersed
in your skills and storytelling ability.
it may be ridiculously silly.

however, the truth is
(poverty or wealth)
i'd love to add to my collection
a book of your poems on my shelf.

dadio, You and Lrod are cool, Talk about women's butts or feet and they like it... talk about various behavior or attitudes, well... And please don't refer to PMS behavior... ( Pretty Much Standard ) behavior... good read dadio, keep rolling...

Doreen alas there is no book of my poetry as yet. But when there is such will let you know. Thank you for reading & verse comments.

Thank you, eugene.

dadio wrote:Doreen alas there is no book of my poetry as yet. But when there is such will let you know. Thank you for reading & verse comments.

May I suggest remedying that? Try ... http://createspace.com
If you self-publish a book there, it's print-on-demand meaning you don't have to pay a penny to get it printed (the service is free, too), and they print and ship them as they're ordered, one at a time. They're also owed by Amazon.com so you get an Amazon page for your book. Just an idea.

Yes, please let me know. I've been a fan of your poems ever since I read the first one I saw posted!

Thank you, Doreen. I will look into this.

Dadio--

Nice piece. But you've got to lose "phlegm." Also -- think about dropping the last line and end the poem on the double entendre of "smarts."

Thank you for reading, Hollweg.