Wednesday, April 17, 2013

POEM - Burnt Toast and Feminism


The way Grandma Steadman tells it is hilarious
She seemed like such a sweet old lady
Just out doing good
Being kind
All along always aware
Of an opportunity to be obnoxious

The framework was simple
She and Grandpa were driving to Salt Lake
With a small group of California teens
On a church trip
To a big conference
It was the late 60s and things were changing
People started to have causes
Trying to find their unique voice
Or uniting for the greater good

Most of these kids were easy going
They were young and happy
On a road trip
Almost by themselves
And they lived in Cali
What was there to be upset about?

But the new culture had been embraced
By at least one girl in the group
She liked the feeling of standing up
Making your voice heard
Supporting the underdogs
Fighting the good fight
And my grandmother knew it
Was probably waiting the whole trip
Just to poke that bear

So the group stopped for breakfast
In the age before drive-thru
They headed into the diner
Took their place at a big table
Placed their orders
Chatted the time away

When breakfast came my grandpa’s toast was burned
So he reached over
Took my grandmother’s toast
And gave her his burnt ones
That girl saw it and nearly screamed
“Why did you let him do that?”
            “Do what, dear?”
“Give you the burnt toast!”
            “Well, he’s is the man, and I do what I’m told.”

What’s funny is that she never explained
Didn’t tell her she liked the burnt pieces
Didn’t let her in on the joke
Never broke character
Never tried to sooth the beast
Went on about her business
            Enjoying the delicious burnt toast

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