the medallion…poem 10

looked at old pictures of her…black and whites…a graduate gown…wedding dress…holding onto his hand…his hand…

and i thought to myself…she was so pretty…dark black hair and eyes that danced…a smile on her face…in all her pictures she had a smile on her face…

saw these photos of her and the old man…both of ’em young…rice in their hair…drivin’ off in some old Chevy with tin cans tied to the back bumper…he was kissin’ her on the cheek…

and i wondered what happened to her…this young woman…this woman who in later years smiled less and less…i wondered what turned her inside out…

was it the kids she had…two boys and a girl…was it the harshness of raising them while the old man was out on the road five days a week sellin’ somethn’ to put food on the table…always sellin’ somethin’…

the old man would leave on Monday and not come back till Friday night…he’d come into town late…just after fall football games…pick-up kids afterwards…had a bottle under his seat…she had a Bible in her arms…she always had a Bible in her arms…

and i looked at those pictures…wonderin’ what made her smile like that…all within a year she was outta’ school…married…and with a kid on the way…i’ll betcha those tin cans made a lot noise as they drove on down the road…

the whole time i knew her she was never happy…always complainin’ ’bout somethin’…her sides hurt…she was tired…always eating…she never stopped eating…and she’d cry at night when she thought the kids were in bed…lights turned out…dark…just a blue light from the television shinin’ in the night…

looked at old pictures of her…i looked at old pictures of her…

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