Innocence

In my mothers’ cold cellar

there was always enough reserve

to carry us through a winter;

the pickles were plentiful, onions too

September potatoes didn’t grow eyes till February

And we never noticed

that beets faded in the light...

...Bread had jams and berries

ice cream has preserves;

The freezer held fish and rabbits

and corn and beans and zucchini

and tons of tomatoes and peas.

Soups were good then

And gasoline was cheap.

And I was still naive enough

to believe everyone everywhere

lived like this.

by Sharon Cordes Okrasa

Words In Motion 2014