Kari Gunter-Seymour 



Remember that time your dog died and I didn't tell you for months
Because you had deployed and George Bush was shouting, 
Bring it on and we were all thinking that Korea was fixing to blow.
But, when I emailed to say we were headed for West Virginia, 
You fired back, Mom, where is Annie? and I had to say she was hit by a car.
I sent brownies loaded with black walnuts from the old home place.

Or when you called me from Iraq asking me to
Talk to people about donating shoes and I told you it was hopeless
Because of the Tsunami, everyone was already donating. 
You said Hell with that and your unit threw in their paychecks and bought
All those families just outside Falujha new shoes off the Internet.
I made two hundred popcorn balls wrapped in wax paper.

Or that February you came home for R&R, so sad and sick. 
I baked your favorite, meatloaf and you said you couldn't possibly, 
But I gave you doe-eyes so you ate and threw up all night,
Into the next day, saying over and over Sweet Jesus, 
Please, make it stop and I knew you weren't talking about the meatloaf.

Or the day after Sergeant Crabtree went to Vegas and blew 
His head off in the hotel bathroom, while here at home your 
Best friend got arrested for selling narcotics and you said neither one of them 
Needed to and maybe wouldn't have if you'd been there. So, I shipped 
Molasses cookies thick with Crisco frosting, all the way to Kandahar.

Or the afternoon your farm boy fingers tried to clamp the artery 
On that precious baby girl, near the valley of Arghandab, 
While her father screamed for Allah and blood soaked your uniform 
When you hugged her to you as she passed.
I drenched that fruitcake in brandy for three days.

But mostly it was the night your daughter was born and we 
Locked eyes across the birthing room. I thought to myself, 
Skillet-fried chicken with candied sweet potatoes, fried okra, 
Lima beans with bacon, cornbread and aunt Lila's hot fudge cake.

We used the good dishes and grandpa Oris said the blessing. 

Kari Gunter-Seymour is a communications and marketing designer, photographer, poet and women’s rights advocate. She is the founder/curator of the Women of Appalachia Events which celebrate Appalachian Ohio’s visual, literary and performing women artists. This is Kari's second appearance in Still: The Journal.


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