the free market (in memory of my sister, 05/09/1965-02-21/1995)

Posted on February 21, 2014 by

the year our garden gave too much
we sold zucchini at the road
five for a dollar

my father’s farmer friend
drove slow by our table,
pretending to cry
as we stole his business

and we two (capitalists
disguised as girls)

stuck out our tongues

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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16 Responses to the free market (in memory of my sister, 05/09/1965-02-21/1995)

  1. Rhonda says:
    February 21, 2014 at 12:40 pm

    Very sweet memory SFAM, bet you two were quite the pair. xo

  2. anmol(alias HA) says:
    February 21, 2014 at 12:59 pm

    Such a wonderful memory… and the scene so well captured in your words.

  3. Noel Ihebuzor says:
    February 21, 2014 at 1:11 pm

    Childhood revisited – the warmth and mischief of sisterhood and the vicissitudes of life on rural farms. well done, Susan

  4. Jeff Schwaner says:
    February 21, 2014 at 1:39 pm

    A great way to remember her.

  5. Alice Keys says:
    February 21, 2014 at 3:45 pm

    Susan,
    Beautiful image. I sold vegetables by the road as a child, too. This really hit home for me. I’m sorry for your loss.
    Alice

  6. janehewey says:
    February 24, 2014 at 11:54 am

    your last line is a smacker, a gesture still entirely understandable, though we certainly use it a lot less as adults!

  7. readinpleasure says:
    February 25, 2014 at 8:31 am

    I can picture the scene so clearly. Lovely memories.

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