Hoppin' John

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Gone is the "Hoppin’ John," black-eyed peas. Gone is my grandpa's mandolin. Gone are the mustard greens. Gone is my granny's thimble. Gone is the cider mill, but a few old trees still stand. Gone are the tea leaves, replaced by powder in a bag. Gone is the cast iron skillet, that fried the cornbread. Gone is the Sandman that put me to sleep. Gone are the prayers that granny whispered to me. Gone is the salt pork. Gone is the "Poke Sallet," but the memories still cling to me like a June bug in my hair.

 


Submitted: July 05, 2021

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