Frenchfries by Charles J Hannan I remember a time when I was young A moment in a laundromat that I'll never forget It was the mid-seventies in Scottsboro, Alabama My mother and I visited this place every week It was part of our routine And a snack place shared the parking lot My mom always treated me to something Like a slawdog A hamburger Or fries The wait was long At least it was back then So food sped things up quite nicely That day it was an order of fries Mom was folding or possibly reading And I was snacking Passing the time Sitting on those connecting chairs That public places have And next to me was this boy Younger than me Nothing was ever said I watched him And he watched me As I put fries in my mouth One by one He then did a bold thing That any adult wouldn't think of He slowly took a fry Looking at me the whole time And I looked at him But for some reason I didn't mind I have no brothers or sisters So sharing was something new He then took another And another Watching me the whole time Til the container was empty Nothing was ever said The frenchfries said it all 01/29/2010 Posted on 01/29/2010 Copyright © 2025 Charles J Hannan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/29/10 at 03:48 PM ...what a delightful write. neatly packaged, tight, this lil' story of the encounter, what a magic carpet ride younger folks give us, in their trust in us...again, a delightfully written piece o' work. Posted by Johnny Crimson on 01/29/10 at 03:59 PM This is nothing less than wonderful. Posted by Anne Engelen on 01/29/10 at 06:16 PM Truly enjoyd this story, sweetie. Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/29/10 at 07:38 PM Why that smug little... *Cough* This is fantastic -and there isn't much more to say beyond that. Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 01/30/10 at 02:20 PM very poetic. Can we say that *ahem* the french (fries) were liberated? -yer pal, Jersey Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/30/10 at 03:00 PM Nice storytelling throughout. You definitely know what you're doing when it comes to keeping the interest alive. Posted by Julie Adams on 03/14/10 at 06:38 PM this lil slice of life is just the perfect ingredient for a poem, well done to capture it and share it as you have...such memories are food for the poetic soul...a pleasure to read you again, peace, jewels xoxox Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)