Just for Me and You All too

 

                Morning Thoughts

So funny how the mind reads

Into the eye, viewing,

Sitting in the bathroom

I notice the label

On my lounge pants

Palm trees and happy images

Since 1983 the tag reads

as if made just for me

In India on earth’s other side

Curiosity led to my black Turtleneck

That I was putting on

It came from that fabled land

Called Vietnam where in my teenage years

Many of my friends drafted up

Some to die so freedom shines

Or shed blood sorrows on the fearful shores

of that Asian land

And then my blue denim shirt

How American can you get?

Oh, that came from Bangladesh

as did the flowered one across my shoulders

Across so many oceans so blue so blue too

The towels in the bathroom rack

Came from China, like my porcelain cup

Where I sipped my morning pills

And a box of ointment that Chuck just got

Was made in Mexico . . .

The cantaloupe I cut for breakfast came

From Sunny Peru

And holy cow my cucumbers from Ontario!

All our ancestors seemed to come 

from far far away too

Across the skies and oceans again 

so very very blue

And yet some yokels seem

 to want to keep our borders

Clean from all that riff-raff

 that make their clothes

Feed them and sell their 

sweet kids those evil drugs

with your $$$ they imbibe 

like candy on sweet Halloween

Playing Trick or Treat

Before the Pilgrims or our holy

Refugee grandfathers and grandmothers

And some more recently

Climbed off their wooden Mayflower decks

A new land for to find

Indigenous they became

Like the forerunners killed and maimed

With the prospect of new hope

New land

And Chinese restaurants and foods

Upon our shelves

A rainbow of cultures and lifestyles

Upon these bounteous land for all humankind

So let us learn to love and live

And share our food, products

Like our clothes

From across the oceans that belong

To all the mes and yous!

8:14 AM Thursday 17 October 2024

©James M .Frase-White