A poem Hydropro's poem reminded me of, posted a while back, comments?

Question

HOME WHERE MY FATHER DIED

A home on the second floor

Wrought iron porch clear across the front

Sounds of jazz from the bar below

Where they draw you up a beer

And serve it with white wine.

There's no whining here

I reached behind the condenser fridge

Drew out a large shiny black bug

To show my mommy the pretty

Bright red hourglass on its tummy

She failed to be impressed.

In the yard behind, thick and overgrown

The heavy leaves of a banana tree

Engulfed my brother and me

In the bathroom sink we proudly

Kept a baby cayman alligator

Some girls had given us in the park

Mother threw it out when it bit her.

We could look down the narrow street

To see the Cathedral at the end

Yellow in the noonday sun

From which our father was buried

When at the last his race was run

The band played slow going out

And fast coming back.

I remember the heavy scent

Of roses and lilies on that day

The large Mississippi catfish

That was so hard to kill and cut

And the sweet bananas

Frying in the pan by our Creole cook

All things I never could store in a book.

Answer 1

Another beautiful (Louisiana?) portrait.

Answer 2

v. beautiful

ed.: I feel i am watching a black white movie:)

Answer 3

Oh! This is marvelous! The description is superb.

I'll let the poem speak for itself now.

Answer 4

Very descriptive writing and an excellent title.

Answer 5

This is a beautiful free verse poetic story.  The imagery is wonderful and the theme captivating.  Excellent write.