Poem 2

            Mama Hall

 

stands in the kitchen

ignoring the aching veins

swollen from years at the stove and sink

in the only room Daddy Hall finished

before dying, the only room

anyone cared about anyway

staring west this winter morning

past bare apple branches

across Kerr’s Creek, Route 60

and ten frosted miles to House Mountain

            Barbara married

            Lisa in Roanoke

            Blair working a saw mill

                    in Covington

            Donna and Billy

still there, but talking

between mouthfuls

about college in Richmond

after spring graduation

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