Concepts Father Poetry Poem by James McLain

..When we go shopping..I smile..as..
..he always asks...hundreds of questions.
..Mother why does that woman..squeeze..
..those cantaloupes? ..How to lay..in words?
..Her husband has been gone many years..
..If you pass your hand..in front of her eyes...
..she will not see you..dont go and cry..
..Do you understand why she never buys..them?
..Those cantaloupes..? ..No..I dont mother! ..
..Is is poetry then..if she miss the fruit..
..then squeezes... your hand?
..Mother why does that woman..look at the
..bent cucumber...and not eye a..straight one?
..Quite she will fear you..and deny it to you..quite.