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When we Lived on Nelson Ave.
PD Lyons

days when my father took milk and sugar
leaving the spoon in his coffee
my mother whistled among lilacs and roses
mahogany furniture kept well polished
and special knives and forks only used on holidays

I knew the name of Lilly of the valley
not to ever put them in your mouth

there were kittens in the sun porch
we watched born from a tabby cat named Felix

there were cherries from our backyard tree
so red I thought they were black,
tasting like no cherries
ever would again

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  • Donna J Snyder  On June 12, 2015 at 5:01 am

    Poignant without treacle. And the cherries. I feel that way about tomatoes.

    Another publication?

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    • pdlyons  On June 12, 2015 at 9:29 am they are now a word press blog site. and tomatoes – for me nothing says summer better than a full ripe back yard grown tomatoes bitten into as if it were an apple the seeds n juice all running down lips chin chest… especially if it were one nicked from the neighbors garden.


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