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Granny's Quilt

for my mother

he shows me a photo of his granny seven years dead
clasps it closer to his heart the collier of memories
then electric lights go out and candles are lit on
i see his hands fumble for something else in the dark

back home i think of my granny long eaten up by worms
as we swallow pilaff and roasted chicken in an oriental feast
i always sort of capered like claves in my childhood

i loved granny a thousand times more than my mother
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Thursday, July 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: grandmother
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