Jascha Poem by bill costley
Jascha
Little yellow Jascha
chirrips from his perch
in the white kitchen of
my Polish grandmother
while I crunch away at
Kellog's CORN SOYA
soaking in wholemilk
on a sunny Saturday
off Salem Common.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
After WW2, as a small child (b.1942) , I spent Summer Saturdays at my Polish grandmother's apt. in Salem, Mass. Breakfast was often Kellogg's CORN SOYA (no longer made) with blueberries & creamy milk.
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4/27/2024 8:46:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice, orderly progression from the minute to the grand. Memorable. MM