by Susan Dion
A ledger, in ink, 1941
an uncle’s appliance store
one Polish lady
faithfully paid
fifty cents, cash
every seven days,
never late
for twenty weeks
April thru August
all to purchase
an iron, GE brand,
with a metal-top
ironing board
nothing more.
{ 4 comments… read them below or add one }
Susan,
Incredible what you can do with so few words. This touching story paints such huge pictures and creates scenes. You are a genius!
Gay
Wonderful imagery. It really captures how America was decades ago. If only we could have that patience today! Instant gratification is highly overrated.
Susan,
Your amazing! Thanks for sharing.
Pat
I just love the way this poem rings off like a musical cash register. It’s at once thrilling, methodical and wry. Thank you. Will be seeking out your others.