Cleo Griffith, Modesto, CA Branch
The pest control man came today,
the first encounter,
and I wanted to hug him, cry on his shoulder,
pat his back, say I love you,
not, not for the freedom of spiders and pests,
but because he is a large black man
with a kind demeanor and it is
July 8, 2016 and the week has been
one of horror.
I wanted to say I’m sorry although I am not to blame,
I wanted to say I know you are not to blame,
I wanted to ask how do you bear it
and how can I?
But instead I gave him the check
and said thank you and I’ll see you in three months.
Perhaps the world will have changed for all of us
by then.
Very heartfelt poem. It bears rereading, time and again. All lives count.
I loved this poem! How many of us had a similar urge to hug people
of color, and say How much I feel the recent tragedies, How much I
want to let them know I think of them, wherever they are, and feel a
great share of their pain, whoever they are.
Thank you, Candace. There is no e-mail noted here but perhaps we can get in touch some way. I am an editor of Song of the San Joaquin which is a quarterly concentrated on the lifestyles of the California Central Valley.
Powerful and timely, Cleo!
Thanks for this poem — speaks volumes in a painful & timely manner.
Wonderful expression of an emotion many feel this week. Thank you for putting it so well!
A FEW YRS. AGO YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN ON UNDERCOVER BOSS.
JUST SAYIN!
Well said. A great poem.
A very touching, timely poem.
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Keep writing.
Nice touch! What a wild week it has been, and let’s hope God is in His Heaven making the world a better place!