joseph harlacher

Grandmothers Cats - Poem by joseph harlacher

she would drink
fresh water
from the sink
an ice box in the cellar
an oven centrally burned
with candles for both ends
and love with no bends
a coaster by doily
and a table with chairs
woods of fuel
and no sight unseen
was her love to preen
hidden above her tongue
a tooth so young
her cries of new pain
soothed with out the honey of
moss growing on both sides

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Prose Poem

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2018

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