Home Remedy 1968

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Debris had fallen months
before my unwanted arrival
when Grandmother gave
her unwed daughter
tar black pills to swallow
behind Tanqueray gin,
mixed turpentine and hot water
in a pea green bucket,
held mom’s flannel gown
around her stretched waist,

and told her to crouch down
as close as she could get.

Shawn R. Jones

 

Reprinted from Womb Rain
(Finishing Line Press 2008)
Womb Rain (New Women’s Voices, No. 61)

7 Responses

  1. Uzoma says:

    This runs deep, Shawn. Will be reading it again.

  2. Rhonda C.Fitzgerald says:

    I’m with Uzoma-This runs deep. Here is three generations: grandmom, teen mother, and unborn female child. Unborn child writes of her humble beginnings. Teen mother follows instructions of her mother, grandmom of the unborn child. How many women of that era have somewhat similar stories that lie shamefully untold? I am that teen mother. Shawn, I love you and reading your work runs so deep for me.

    • Mom, I am so grateful that you have always been honest with me, and I am even more grateful that you have allowed me to share so much of your private life with others. I love you, too!

  3. y terry says:

    I must read this book.
    This is a powerful piece!

    • shawnrjones says:

      Thank you so much! If you get a chance to read the book. I would love to know your thoughts on it 🙂

      I appreciate you stopping by. I did not realize that my messages were not being sent to my e-mail.

      Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting!

  4. y terry says:

    This is powerful.

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