for Laurie's prompt at Poetry Jam: to write about a refrigerator, in 50 words or less. (Mine is 51.)When my four kids were young, I was a single mom, quite impoverished, and keeping up with their hungry appetites was an on-going challenge.
One night, we were playing
a family game,
with written clues
hidden
throughout the house.
One clue
was tucked into
my prayer plant,
whose leaves folded
up and inward
every night.
It read:
"What closes up at night
and prays?"
Jon, age eleven,
quipped
"the refrigerator!"
and we all
cracked up.
I should explain that the fridge, always empty, was praying for groceries!!!!!!!
