Summers With Grandma Poem by Xillus Xavier

Summers With Grandma

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Her wrinkled hands working,
methodically moving:
snap, snap, snapping,
snapping greens;

broken beans falling,
landing with a thud
in her dull and dented
aluminum lap bowl,

and my cousins and me playing
on the cool kitchen tile,
swaying slightly
to her slow southern hum.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: grandmother
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