This Morning

Papa’s eyes rose scarlet-rimmed
This morning
Maman pulled out new burqas
This morning
Uncle fell from the sky
This morning
No school today
This morning
We prayed
This morning
In mourning
Because Papa interpreted
Because Maman worked
Because Uncle played
Because I wanted to learn
This morning

About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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