Taste of Soda on Poetry Friday

Example of an American grocery store aisle.
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My poem for today’s Poetry Friday is a commentary on the state of the American welfare system. As I was searching for related articles to share at the bottom, I found that Newt Gingrich has apparently made some interesting comments lately about people on foodstamps. Just to let you know, I just now learned of this and have not yet had the time to read what was said and develop an educated opinion. But I am interested in hearing what others have to say on the matter. So, please feel free to share your comments below.

With that said, here is my offering for today’s Poetry Friday:

Taste of Soda

When Mom and
Dad split,
we got food stamps
to feed our
family of three.

Then our
weekly trip
to the grocery store
filled the trunk of
Mom’s car
with bags and
bags and
of food,
white plastic handles
waving to us,
each begging
to be carried in first.

We always groaned
at the work ahead.

Now Mom works
all the time.
We never see her.

When we complain,
she says she didn’t
go back to school to
sit home watching
Jerry Springer.

Without food stamps,
we go to the grocery store
twice a month,
come home with
only two bags and
a gallon of milk.

we ate steak,
bakery bread,
decorated cakes.
We always got
candy and soda
at the checkout.

Now it’s Ramen,
butter bread,
and, “Only use half the
pound of ground beef
when you make
Hamburger Helper.”

Mom says she’s
working to put
food on the table,
but it seems to me
she put more
food on the table when
she didn’t work.

I forget what soda
tastes like.

By Amanda L. Webster

Today’s Poetry Friday is hosted by Teaching Authors.


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