Patti Masterman Grandmother Poems

1.
Mary Carolina. My Grandmother

Mary Carolina. A blue sky of a name,
And she could whistle; carry a tune for days-
for all the seasons, in her special ways.
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2.
In The Eyes Of My Mother And Grandmother

In the eyes of my mother and grandmother
There lived a limpid green coolness:
Moss covered stones, around an ancient well;
Trailing vines entangled about the cenote's mouth;
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