here’s the poem for friday….i think there’s a lot to be said here about forgiveness, and kindness, and shame….

btw, the author uses no punctuation, a style i find fascinating. as the reader, i really have to pay attention to the word choice, cadence, and feel of each line. you might have to read it more than once to get the story. or, you can go to the writer’s almanac site to hear garrison keillor read the poem.


by Marcia Popp

i broke a vase at my great-grandfather’s house when i was five

here come sit on my lap
he said don’t feel bad about that vase i didn’t like it anyway you

helped me get rid of it i
knew better but let him comfort me while i felt secretly bad inside

did you know that my
own mother said i was her worst boy no i said that can’t be true

oh yes he said and she was
right i made accidents happen all the time i didn’t really mean to do

bad things they just
came upon me when i wasn’t paying attention when i was five my

brother and i chased the
goose in the barnyard until it fell over dead we propped her up in

the fence so she would
appear to be interested in the grass on the other side what

happened my father noticed
that the goose did not move all day we got spanked should i get

spanked too for the vase
not in my house he said.

“accidents” by Marcia Popp, from Comfort in Small Rooms.