Forrest Jones: Angels in the Rouix by Claushtane Bertron

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Angels in the Roux


isavern oshea lushan larouix
was fond of eating bug fondue

one couldn't very well blame her though
for she was only two

along with her siblings constantly hiding
hiding in the small family garden

hiding nestled cozy amongst the cucumber
and okra blossoms

along side her sat sjhoe jauque and simpkin
while bo-bo stood watching, as look out,
not far from the pumpkins

for if mother found out there would be no more
dinner or dumplings

no thick brown roux
for the gumbo stew

and worst of all ever still
no more bug fondue
to be eaten with krill

no boiled chics, no crawdads
and this would make isavern o'shea
lushan larouix very sad

so bo-bo stood watch with a delicate listen
simpkin counted the bugs as to make
sure none were missing

he counted them once
and then counted them twice

he counted once more and then added the rice

he counted three grass hoppers
two earth worms
one fly
one spider
one stick-bug that had only one eye

while sjho jacque gathered onions
okra and squash

isavern brought over the hose
for the wash

when the wash was complete
and all items present stood clean

four plates were set forth by four children
four napkins:
all green

the mixture was mixed by eight hands
with no cares

while the big people indoors paid no attention
just putting on airs

the final ingredient was
to come from the ground

so the children scurried about the yard
as to make not one sound

a pinch of dirt was taken from a favorite spot by the tous

one pinch for each girl child
one pinch for each boy

sjho jauque found his earth under the swing
simpkin found hers and almost let out a scream

bo-bo found his near the tractor that had stood
to long in the rain

while isavern found her earth
then drifted off into dream

when all reunited in the garden;
fondue finally ready

uncle donald bolted from the woods with alligator tail
in one hand
and in the other a machety

a smile from ear to ear for supper
soon would be on the table
corn on the cob
green bean casserole
yams with fresh maple
red peppers and capers

the young in the front room
the old in the center

the very old on the porch
with the pipe and the daily newspaper

the last thing that was set forth by mother before meal
was her mixing into the food the feelings
she'd feel

so she looked out in the yard at her four young
ones at play

gave a smile to each one and a little prayer
for the day

she then took this love from the air and called
the children to table

one
two
three
four angels present

but still none at dessert time would consider
sharing the maple

for isavern kistler

by claushtane bertron


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