May 2021
Sharon Waller Knutson
sharonknutson50@gmail.com
sharonknutson50@gmail.com
Bio Note: My cousin’s death at 79 in March inspired me to collaborate with a
retired award winning sports writer and photographer friend in writing a poetry book about
his life. In six days, I had written 22 poems and sent the manuscript off. These poems are
from that chapbook, Trials & Tribulations of Sports Bob, to be published by Kelsay
Books in 2022. My first full book collection, What the Clairvoyant Doesn’t Say will
be published by Kelsay Books in October
Photo of Baby Bob
Although he has the face grandmas and mamas pinch and pray their daughters will marry, in his black jumper and gray sweater, his body fattened up by his German grandma and mama who dote on this first born of a farmer and a housewife, shows he is no prima donna. His eyes are used to the dark and his nose tells him something stinks, but he doesn’t know it’s him. He thinks it is normal to live without electricity or running water and to get hosed off at the car wash next door when his father thinks he smells too bad. He pays no attention to the stuffed bear plopped beside him because he is fascinated by the flashing light that bursts out of the big box on a stick that makes him blink. He doesn’t know that at only a few months old when he gazes into the lens he is looking into his future.
First Memory
He is two years old and his grandfather is taking a nap in a large wooden box in his living room, packed with strangers dressed in black. He is pouting and running around like a wind-up toy. He wants his grandfather to wake up and pick him up and tickle his belly with his beard. He wants all those people to go away so his mother will pay attention to him. Most of all he wants his grandmother to stop wailing because it is hurting his ears and making him cry.
August 5, 1962 Wisconsin
He is grilling hamburgers in his back yard and his mother is in the kitchen when the policeman hands him a telegram. He shivers in the sunshine as he tells his mother, younger sister and brother, Dad’s dead. Ejected from his rig on the highway. A pea farmer in a truck cut him off. Massive head injuries. He’ll never forget his uncle driving him and his brother to the accident scene and stopping at a house and introducing him to the other driver, who answers the door without so much as a scratch, Boys meet the man who killed your father. Or his mother shouting, You’re worthless and will never amount to anything, when his salary doesn’t cover the bills. So when the job offer comes, he is off to Montana in his 1961 Chevy to prove her wrong.
©2021 Sharon Waller Knutson
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