summer’s end

i am unnerved

by this time

of  year


past worries

of the impending doom

of summer’s end

stick to me

like glue


these memories

come to surface


on august first…

as a child

i counted the days

from this point


the smell of new

itchy uniforms

catholic plaid

green or blue

hems of skirts

just so

to please the


and to avoid

the wrath

of sadist nuns..

itchy green wool sweaters

shoes that were never

quite right

for  biggish, flat

summertime barefoot


crisp white shirts

with ‘peter pan’ collars

why peter pan, i always wondered..

was he forced

to attend catholic schools


later as

an impoverished mom

i stopped breathing

in august

worry and stress crept in

as i struggled to


‘fashion plate’ daughters

“champagne taste

on a beer budget”, their

grandfather used to say..

yet i understood

the cruelty

of the schoolyard


plated in fashion

armed with cruelty

and daddy’s credit cards

laying in wait

for those

less fortunate

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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