Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Grandpa Scott, drawn by me, age 6



I find my drawing of him

I was six
and I remember
the star shaped clock
that hung on the wall

He sits in the yellow chair
the one by the gossamer curtains
and his bookshelf
that holds the near and dear
his pipe
Prince Albert
and tootsie pops

he puffs
on his pipe

smiling

that’s what he did

smile

he leans forward
one hand
reaching
for his walker
drawn in profile
it is placed
in front of the tv
with the red pedestal
bowl

the drawing
leaves out
his missing teeth

and me
missing him

I find my drawing of him

stuck in the middle of King Lear
in my mom’s faded book of Shakespeare.





Sunday, May 5, 2013


MaryJo Scott
I wish I had….


A house
that had heat
in the kitchen
and
a banister
and light fixtures
in the living room
and
the dining room
and
the hallway
upstairs and down.

I wish I had

a house
by the sea
with furniture
made of silver grey
driftwood
and
shells for knobs
on creaky doors
that lead

outside

down one step
off the porch
onto a sandy path
lined with whispery reeds
that tell me secrets
all the way
to roaring blue

water.