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Sweet Dreams
1946

The kerosene barrel lies down on its side
with a spigot in front that opens up wide
for filling the jug, so heavy to tote
when a kid's in a hurry and wearing no coat.
(And that's not all of the heartbreaking news.
She's also not wearing her stockings and shoes.)
The upside-down tank sits now on its tip
with the spring-loaded lid letting kerosene drip
to keep the fire burning all day into night,
its red glowing sides a beautiful sight.
We sit in a circle on old kitchen chairs,
so glad to be safe from the freezing night air.
But then comes your bedtime, where rooms have no heat,
and it takes a brave cowpoke to face icy sheets.
Wad up in a ball, warming one tiny space,
your chattering teeth nearly breaking your face.
Then stretch out by inches to lengthen the nest.
Two sisters for comfort encourage sweet rest.
The old cotton quilts are heavy as lead,
which sure make it hard to turn over in bed.
But now warm and cozy, you dream of a day
when comfort is brought by the new REA,
and wondrous inventions will heat up the home
or even the bed. Young dreamer, dream on!

Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com