The Eclectic Pen - Dial Soap


By: Bethany M. (psuchick402)   + 11 more  
Date Submitted: 8/9/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 100
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  The scent of it
brings back memories
of the old house and
the big backyard that
ends with a deep ditch
of a former river;
Of dinner at 4 p.m.
Wheel of Fortune and the
Pennsylvania Lottery at 6;
Of homemade Polish and
Italian food and many
aunts, uncles and cousins;
Of Sesame Street, french toast
and "Mlah-mlah" soup.

The smell of Dial soap on my
aged hands makes me think of
possible memories that could
have been made: 4 p.m. coffee talks;
learning how to make the homemade
Polish and Italian food; laughing
about childhood stories; seeing
your teary eyes at my wedding. You
can see these events still, every little
triumph, every word I write on this
page, in memory of you.


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Lena S. (SquirrelNutkin) - 8/12/2007 9:05 AM ET
This was really good, thank you.
Silvercat - 8/19/2007 4:42 AM ET
I second Lena...thanks! :)
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