I don't believe
my grandmother was ever
a little girl.
Or a young lady,
or a new mother.
Instead she spent
her whole life
being a grandmother.
My grandmother.
It's the only explanation
of her expertise
in the field.
I used to love
watching her write.
Her hand, with its
knotted fingers
wrapped in shiny skin,
producing quivering,
uniform letters. And her
eyes, glassy and pleading
when i'd say,'' I need to go now'',
much like mine
when her body
said the same. When
tomorrow ceased
to extend her a hand. I
remember.
I still remember.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
I don't believe
my grandmother was ever
a little girl.
Or a young lady,
or a new mother.
Instead she spent
her whole life
being a grandmother.
My grandmother.
It's the only explanation
of her expertise
in the field.
I used to love
watching her write.
Her hand, with its
knotted fingers
wrapped in shiny skin,
producing quivering,
uniform letters. And her
eyes, glassy and pleading
when i'd say,'' I need to go now'',
much like mine
when her body
said the same. When
tomorrow ceased
to extend her a hand. I
remember.
I still remember.