September 22, 2009
By , Hoopeston, IL
Splashes in the dangerous hot
iron of the grill as you look at
me for a momentary lucky glance
and whisper quietly,

“I am just so disappointed in him.”
My fingers peel off the wicked
old paper off the plastic and
I look up at you and can’t
help but shake my head,

“Aren’t we all, hon?”

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback