Ham

Not like my kid sister,

Ellen Beth Heike Mathis she lived mom’s scallop potatoes and ham,

Course mom had like her momma dropped everything without onions twice,

Like a double gangler,

So we had onions and no onions,

We were all lucky to have mom,

I would have gone with one,

One wasn’t how my mom rolled,

I just ended eating a bite or two,

Hard to eat with vultures near,

But I have chocolate milk and peanut butter for grammar crackers for my dessert,

Then off to kitty boxes,

Vacuuming,

And shampooing the front bedroom so it can become the daycare,

Schnuggles was under the blanket right by her little ones when I returned from mailing a Charlie Bones to Florida,

For me, hands down, not ham,

See for our birthdays mom made our favorites,

Ellen’s was potato salad took mom five hours for us to ready the fixings,

Mom cut it all us real fine,

Then Ellen’s scallop potatoes and ham, pork and beans not from can but fixed up, Ellen never wanted pie Ellen loved mom’s seven layer Salad,

I loved mom’s herb oven fried chicken and potato salad,cream peas,pineapple and cabbage jello salad and apple or lemon ir bandanna or pumpkin pie,

Memory.serves me right I can still imagine them on.the counter,

The house was.saturated with their sweet sent,

I hear mom singing until one night Ellen was drunk off her ass and Ellen cut mom’s heart out,

Mom sang first soprano to first altogether,

Sang in church and years earlier in Sweet Adeline,

Ellen told mom every time she sang it made Ellen’s ears bleed,

Course my baby sister was every bit the bully our half sister was,

Mom never again would even sing at christmas or in her church or in the car,

Singing gave mom great joy,

I still never forgave her for that,