THE LAST WATERMELON (50 words)
by Jolene Gutiérrez
A seed sprouts in spring!
We tend the garden, Grandpa and I.
Asparagus, grapes, tomatoes.
Curly-vined watermelon.
Grandpa’s strong hands squeeze my shoulders,
point at tender okra,
expose burrowing toads.
And then, Grandpa is gone.
Last asparagus, last grapes, last tomatoes.
The last watermelon.
Until…
a seed sprouts in spring.
I won 2nd place in the fabulous Vivian Kirkfield's #50 Precious Words contest in 2019! Here's my entry:
TORTILLAS FOR TWO
by Jolene Gutiérrez
so Mamá makes tortillas for two, not three.
I wait by the window,
watching, wondering:
Will Papi come home?
And if Mamá gets taken, will I be alone?
Solamente uno,
tortillas for one.
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