“Into Appalachia
a memory” by M J Eaton

The first time I got to
walk a log to get to a front door
was at your uncle’s in Kentucky.
Another uncle held my hand
I being so unsteady.
I made a joke
that angered your aunt.

-M J Eaton

243 thoughts on ““Into Appalachia
a memory” by M J Eaton

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *