Betty Kaplan, US
On The Way Home
The narrow dirt road runs
through the forest. We are on our way home from a day at Cognomen Lake.
Suddenly a loud crash of thunder almost simultaneously with a bolt of
lightning. The storm grows wilder.
I huddle on the floor in the back of the car.
There in the distance a small shack on the corner. "We will stop there
until the storm lets up," my father says.
As we approach the corner, a
bolt of lightning shrikes the little house and it goes up in flames.
And I am only three years old.
shaped by the weather
the pumpkin on a vine
who now lives in Florida, The Lightning Capital of the World.
Published in Frogpond
There was a very big
snowstorm. Cars couldn't move. The streets went unplowed for days.
Next to my Papa's store there was a huge empty lot. Papa agreed to have
some of the snow dumped there and we woke up the next morning to a
mountain two stories tall!
My sisters and and I welcomed the neighborhood children to our personal
Alp. We built forts. We had snowball fights. We climbed to the peak and
slid down again and again.
That one year, we lamented the coming of spring.
in the basement,
his curse words
Published in Frogpond
Diary of Four Large
My daughter and I went on a trip. We
started on The Queen Elizabeth 2 and therefore needed formal as well as
casual clothing. So we ended up with four large suitcases. The concern was
how to deal with the suitcases as we traveled.
In London on Petticoat Lane, we found porcelain dolls which we could not
resist. So, now it was four large suitcases and three large boxes of
At the London train station, the porter took us to the V.I.P. room for
first class travel and then put the dolls, the suitcases, and us on a
cart, and drove us to the train to Cornwall. Great!
But when we got to Plymouth, we were told ONE minute to get off. Wow!
And we made it.
Pat, (our hostess), met us with a very small car. She was startled when
she saw the luggage.
We stayed at a haunted pub and the suitcases had to be carried up stairs.
The girl in charge said, "no problem. I am a farmer's daughter."
Traveling back, again we found a porter who put us on the train. From
Paddington, we took a cab to Heathrow.
awakened from a dream
I see on my bedroom dresser
a smiling doll
do you suppose she knew it too
the ghost of The Weary Friar Pub?
published in Lynx
Just ten inches of hair
is enough to make a wig for a child who has lost her hair to
chemotherapy. My nine-year-old granddaughter has beautiful, long
blond hair and, when she heard about "Locks of Love," my dear
Zoe decided to give. All summer she measured her hair, until she
had the ten inches . . .
making a wish
she blows away
Scott is so proud. He has just
been given his first jockstrap for gym. Until he now finds out
that he has to take a shower with all the boys. His mother says
"what is the problem, you are all the same?" On the way home he
confronts his mother. "Mom, you did not tell me the truth." And
he proceeds to tell her the differences. Scott has learned that
all men are not created equal.
A caterpillar inches across
the compost heap.