You brought toilet paper
cradled in your arms like a prize piglet
like a rare book or antique,
proof of your friendship and generosity
in a time when people lost their senses
and quarreled over paper products,
emptied store shelves for a hundred miles
fighting over provisions.
Armageddon had arrived.
Joan I. Goodman wrote this story.
…like a prized piglet…love this!
Ja, I think that’s the heart of the poem. You should have seen the grin on my friend’s face as she handed me the goods! Thanks for responding.
Cool 😎