Afternoon shadows on pink cinder block walls
Recall childhood memories of hot, frustrating days,
Peeling, curled, cracked linoleum,
The armies of ants parading across unwashed countertops
The hope and joy of a new home, new school, new job
Turned stale and all too much like the last new hopes, new homes,
And new husbands.
The constant nagging dreads that tomorrow will be as much like today
As today is like yesterday.
MKH
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