A Conversation at 80 Miles Per Hour

Utah Jay By Utah Jay, 24th Nov 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/3gsv-5eo/
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I have a hard time speaking of my parents and yet, my children, have a need to know these things I have buried away inside. My son and I went to Los Angles to hear a band that was playing there. On the way home he asked me about mother and I froze

A Conversation At 80 Miles Per Hour




A Conversation at 80 Miles Per Hour

In the old harvest days
Mama's kitchen always smelled
as if it were doused
in nutmeg and clove,

sticky with peaches
where she buttered
her morning toast.

Handy Like


She liked her best linens
hung out “handy like”
wherever company was due
and pies cooling
in open windows

filled lightly with fall.

I Recall Conversations


I recall
conversations dressed
heavy with crumbs
and being subdued
into my chores
on rare spring days
with strawberries and cream
whenever Father was away.

Bradly



Brad, our son
was just a little tike then,
when Mother passed,
but he told me
just the other day
on the long road from L A
that he still remembers his grandmother
and how easy it was to feel her love
whenever she was near.

Still I Tried


And still I tried
with quiet effort
to find a vacant quarter
in the soft shade
of the passenger seat
of the BMW-MP-3
where I could sit comfortably
and let the conversation slip
into a bland desert call
where rain drops
never fall.


Poetry and photos by uTAH jAY

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Family, Family History, Family Life, Family Love, Family Relationships, Family Time, Living In The Past, Memories, Memories From Childhood, Memories From My Young Days, Mother, Mother And Son, Mother Love, Mothers Heart, Mothers Love, The Old Days

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author avatar Utah Jay
I have been writing since the beginning of time it seems, not because I want to write, but because I have too. My favorite form of writing is poetry, all kinds and types of poetry.

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author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
25th Nov 2014 (#)

Wonderful poem Utah and great relation you make with the pics and your poem, awesome indeed!

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
25th Nov 2014 (#)

Grandmothers had the time then and hopefully they will never run out of it even with the changing lifestyles. Great poem, Utah - siva

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author avatar WOGIAM
25th Nov 2014 (#)

This was touching Utah.
My parents are still alive and i tell my children about them a lot.

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
25th Nov 2014 (#)

Oh i thought you were going to talk about people who talked at 80 miles an hour, such as my wife's entire family!

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author avatar Utah Jay
25th Nov 2014 (#)

Thank you Fern.

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author avatar Utah Jay
25th Nov 2014 (#)

Thank you Sivar.

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author avatar Utah Jay
25th Nov 2014 (#)

Thanks WOGIAM, as it should be.

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author avatar Utah Jay
25th Nov 2014 (#)

I thought we all did that Mark, talk at 80 MPH. I remember after I got my new car, a Volvo Ocean Racer, and I wasn't used to it when we went to St. Louis and while crossing Kansas I looked down at the speedometer and noticed that we were going 130 mph, I had no idea and slowed down quickly. Almost scared me to death.

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