Sonny’s Call

His accent is like my grandmother, Mae’s,
Marie’s and all the rest of the brothers and sisters.  That sound, as soothing as honey, is the only
family link I have left.  We talk about his father, my mother
and other ancestors we can call up.  We talk about when we were children and  Paid no attention to the older ones
whose knowledge was not a secret.
It was open to anyone who’d ask.  We had no interest in who was who
and how they fit into our relatives’ past.  We were young and interested in our own
youthful lives.  But Sonny and I fill in one another’s gaps
while we long for just one day spent at
the old family home with curiosity in our heart

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