Hands and Fingers

Cunning hands
One more than the other
What good work you have done
What nastiness you have caused
Helping hitting holding choking

Fingers folded in prayer
Fingers feeding my hunger
Thumbs gripping grasping
Nails tickling scratching
Finger pointing provoking

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, March 10, 2014

Verse – “Of the Dead”

Steve hits a home run with this piece. OUCH – and a good laugh.

Verse – “Of the Dead”

De mortuis nihil nisi bonum.

Of the dead speak nothing but good.

As the family gathered

after my mother’s death,

of course we told stories.

My three younger brothers

did not seem to recall

what most disgusted me

about Mom in our youth.

On the phone, she would smile

and say in a sweet voice,

“Good-bye then…see you in church,”

hang-up, and then yell at me,

“Shut-up, when I’m on the phone!

Stop fighting!  You boys drive me crazy!”

Then, RING, and “Hello, there…”

in the sweetest low voice/ imaginable.

…..     …     …     …     …

I had been wanting to play

a CD of clever church songs

for my two unchurched grand-kids,

and as I dropped their father off

to  get his repaired car,

I hit the PLAY button, stepped around

to the driver’s seat, heard them yelling

at each other, smashed the OFF button,

and heard myself out-yell them,

“Shut up!  Stop fighting!

You kids are driving me crazy!”

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, Illinois, July 7, 2012