Aspen'd Publishing|Idaho Gambling
Poems by Nelda "Sunny" Fairchild Bingo
Sing or Cry
Children laughed, crossed their eyes,
Pointed fingers, pushed me, would shout,
"Cross-eyed monkey!" I didn't know why,
I was on the "inside" looking out.
Dear brother knew, my sisters too,
Numbers did not matter,
They did what loving siblings do,
Words and fist made my tormentors scatter.
Tears dried, my scraped knees healed,
Pity was not a word I heeded,
Music and prose became my saving grace,
It gave my soul a secret place.
When four and five, hunger held us hostage,
We sand in harmony, a bar room floor our stage,
Mother picked up coins that came our way,
There would be food for another day.
Bundled in a patch work quilt,
While Mother kneaded dough for bread.
The light from an old oil lamp,
Cast shadows on the bed.
Putting kids to bed with nothing to eat,
Mother wished it wasn't so.
She turned away to hide her tears,
It broke her heart to tell us no.
Mother worked so very hard,
To keep us fed and dry.
Her love, so sweet, we savored,
Our choice was to sing or cry.
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