By Tim Peeler
In We See What We Want to See
Photo by Clayton Joe Young
Nothing tells me the world
Is upside down like mama’s
Yellow kitchen chair on
Daddy’s poker porch
Setting there in front
Of the only fancy screen
Door in the whole hill
And we know that daddy
And all them boys sat
On stacks of dope crates
They poached from the mill
And mama would a never
Let her bean stringing chair
Her kids’ barber chair
Her better tell the truth
When she set you there
Chair cross the threshold
To Daddy’s restless world.
Love the memories