In deed

Back in the door
She 'plonks' the 'messages'
on the kitchen table.

'Messages',
Now who coined that term?
Isn't it the 'shopping',
The 'groc-er-ies'.

The mind does a playback
To the days when 'messages'
Were handwritten notes
By your grandnother in Ireland
To get some milk,

Or some bread
Or something.
Indeed.

poem by Harriet James
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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