|BACK PORCH PEOPLE|
I always wondered what neighbors thought
when my mother mopped our front porch
every Saturday, rain or shine.
We never sat there or used it for anything.
The back porch was where we hung up
our dish towels to dry, shined our shoes,
set out tomatoes to ripen, and where
Mom darned our socks in the warm sun.
Back porch people wore aprons or overalls
with their sleeves rolled up ready to do
what needed to be done, or just rested
after the day's chores were finished.
Front porch people were "uppity," Mom said.
She had no use for neighborhood show-offs.
Kansas City, Kansas
|BARBARA MAYER, 73, Kansas City, is retired from the field of public relations. She is currently the editor of Benedictines magazine and has had poetry published in several magazines and newspapers. Her poem captures the spirit and image of pre-electronic midwestern-America. Her sign is Cancer.