Leo Yankevich

Farrell, Pennsylvania
Leo Yankevich
Farrell, Pennsylvania
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Babcia

Rating: 3.1
Milk curdles in her jar,
mould forms on her black bread.
She’s come so very far,
but her blue Polish eyes
no longer see the flies
buzzing above her head.

She does not hear her friend
knocking at the door.
This is her journey’s end,
the faithful silly dear.
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COMMENTS
Raymond Farrell 29 April 2015
Sad and powerful, great writing.
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Kelly Kurt 07 April 2015
Wonderful, Leo. Eloquent and poignant
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