Susan Kelly-DeWitt

Summer Of The Grandmothers - Poem by Susan Kelly-DeWitt

They come back in their white
shifts, their ruffled shawls of salt
white, the way the dead always return
when you need them the most—

when it's too hot to do anything
but picture the worst—the Bomb
finally fallen, the world burned-up,
the entire planet radioactive—

when you are too weak to do anything
but lie in a stupor and call them back
to drift at your side, in eyelet dresses
of old starlight, fresh-faced and cold.

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  • (10/2/2006 4:53:00 AM)

    This is one of forceful poems that deserve s nothing but praise with maximum votes. keep it up. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/5/2006 12:14:00 PM)

    This one is fierce and bright. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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