Nora Marks Dauenhauer

United States
Nora Marks Dauenhauer
United States
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Grandmother Eliza

Rating: 3.8
My grandmother Eliza
was the family surgeon.
Her scalpel made from a pocketknife
she kept in a couple of pinches of snoose.
She saved my life by puncturing
my festering neck twice with her knife.
She saved my brother's life twice
when his arm turned bad.
The second time she saved him
was when his shoulder turned bad.
She always made sure
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Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: grandmother
Chinedu Dike 19 July 2015
The older generations of your family seemed naturally inclined towards unorthodox and orthodox medicine. It's a lovely narrative poem, well articulated and nicely penned. A good piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
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Fabrizio Frosini 14 July 2015
a nice old story in verse.. :)
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Kelly Kurt 14 July 2015
I always love to hear the stories of my elders. Thanks for sharing, Nora
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Allotey Abossey 14 July 2015
Good one there... Thanks for sharing
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