“Treat Tuesday”
Dale Hoffmeyer
Inspiration piece
Donuts
By Marla Deschenes
Response
When I was very young
My father would take us on
Sunday morning walks to the local donuts shop.
Bess Easton Donuts
He would always buy the newspaper
And donuts with chocolate frosting and sprinkles
For my little brother and me.
Our small hands held tight to his pinky fingers then.
When I was fifteen years old
I went to work in the same donut shop
Bess Easton Donuts
Getting up at 4 a.m. on Sundays
Which is the unfortunate time
Donuts are made.
My favorite machine filled the donuts with jelly
Before my frosting each on
In pink or white or brown.
When I stood so young
Filling donuts with jelly or cream
Hoping against hope that a certain boy
Would visit me at work
I realized how much each and every person
Is very much like a donut
We are all different colors
Shapes sizes and flavors
And we adorn ourselves however we wish
But all of us are stuck in this box together
Trying desperately to fill that hole
In our centers.
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3 Comments
Marla – what a charming poem! Perfect observation well stated, in response to the photo. Very enjoyable collaboration. Thank you.
So sweet! Isn’t it true that the best things often happen at the most unfortunate times.
Both the artwork and poem are beautiful!