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Aug 2012
Thinner than her snowy hair
Creaky stair bones
Brittle like icicles
And just as cold
Croaking frog laugh
Bent fork in hand
Bent fingers over knitting needles
Fresh cookies
Stale perfume
Dried skin
Dried flowers on the table
Dinner at four (I just finished lunch!)
I remember Grandma
not about a real grandma, but one i think would fit nicely as one
Mikeyla S Benzinger
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