drafts, late Colorado winter winds
drifted through tiny cracks of our cabin,
temporary home in a small Manitou Springs resort
rustic, primitive, but it was ours
the remnants of snow, gone now,
the ground waiting patiently
for little specks of green to peek out
from their protective earthen home
but it was cold,
too cold for the small electric space heater
we were hungry and payday was still a week away
it didn’t matter to us, though
we were young and in love
and our beautiful baby son sleeping
wrapped snuggly within layers
of soft, cozy baby blankets
his tummy full of warm milk
as we sat at the small table
pretending our crackers and cheese
were roast venison, potatoes and gravy
laughing as young marrieds do
dee garner
© february 7, 2008
Author notes
When I was married to my first husband and shortly after our first child was born we had moved into a rustic little cabin in Manitou Springs, Colorado. My husband was stationed at Ft. Carson and in those days payday was once a month. It was slim pickin's that last week before paydays but we always managed. This is the memory of a particular night in March and we were stone broke, except money we'd put aside for the baby's formula. Our good humor, our laughter that night was something that's always remained in my memories of the early days with him... long before other things led us to divorce... But it wasn't always bad.
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Very Nice
I like this piece as it is a part of my past also. a very nice remember when and very well written and put together. Great Job!
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Straight from heart
Great!
Such memories only make we all live long with laughter thinking about golden young days.
Cheers!
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Ah yes, I remember years ago surviving on marcaroni and butter for a week until payday. Thems wuz fun days, lol.
Isn't it interesting how such austere conditions are still remembered fondly and probably remembered when days of plenty have been forgotten. I still remember having a migraine and trying to reading a Theodore Dreiser novel...and despite that horrific pain, I remember it fondly, something about the surroundings I guess, odd.
Thanks, the poem says a lot about you, and reminds me a lot about myself.
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