Potatoes – A Quadrille

I expected to find Mom in the living room,
smoking a cigarette and watching TV.

Instead, she was in the kitchen
peeling potatoes. I paused
to watch her pull the paring knife toward her
with each peel,
like she’d done a thousand times before.

Fingerling Potatoes


It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, and Mish is tending bar. Payment for a drink is one 44-word Quadrille including some form of the word peel. My offering is a modified version of a paragraph from chapter 1 of my memoir, turned to free verse.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


23 Responses

  1. I LOVE this. It reminds me a bit of Ted Kooser’s poetry, who is a personal favorite. It manages to capture something profound simply by observing a “common” moment in daily life.

  2. In your 44-word quadrille, you’ve not only captured a moment from your and your mother’s lives, Linda, you’ve also sketched a poignant portrait of your mother.

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