To walk on sidewalks by Vikki OwensBefore sidewalks,
there was the path
between the house and garage,
a little cement walkway
between indoors
and grandpa.
Then,
when you were a little older,
but not much,
there was the sidewalk
where you could ride your
bike (with training wheels)
from one end of the house to the other.
That was freedom,
that was big-kid stuff.
Then,
while standing in line
in the school cafeteria
holding your green lunch tray,
remembering your straw,
someone says:
'step on a crack,
break your mothers back'
you look down and realize
the floor is made of
linoleum tiles.
Suddenly,
sidewalks are life and death,
and the path to the garage
is a delicate operation
of back and forth. 11/13/2008 Posted on 11/13/2008 Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by George Hoerner on 11/13/08 at 10:33 PM A very nice write as we grow up with childhood. And oh yes Vikki, life has its cracks. I've consciously or un missed the cracks for years. But on occasion you stumble and there it is, I've killed my mother again. |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/14/08 at 06:08 AM Too much potential for disaster outside our front door, eh? Sure seems like it at times. Nicely done. |
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