Kyle Shield Laster
My Only Grandma - Poem by Kyle Shield Laster
Her hands ripple like pancakes
Being poured in a pan
And on them- wedding rings:
A ring from each man.
Her chest swells for her heart's
Tucked fat with sweet lovin'.
I'll miss her sweet smell:
Baking bread in the oven.
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