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Grandma you didn’t wait for me.
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I got lost in your tomato garden.
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Green leafy dressed debutantes
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plump red lipstick,
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dancing plum cheeks.
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They spun me
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around and around,
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till I got dizzy and
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forgot I was a child-
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remembered I was dreaming.
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Your thick grandma hands wake
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me up mornings, kneeding my
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brain, wrinkling its wrinkles
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between floured fingers.
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You sit like misses potato head
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on my shelf.
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Holes where your ears should be.
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Holes where your eyes could be.
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I take an old italian women's mustache,
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push it and pull it over your lips.
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I stuff basil leaves behind your
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your ears.
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I call 1-800-grandma
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with fingers tied, hairs tied,
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toes tied, tummies tied.
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I toss hail mary's down
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Bronx alleys like bowling
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ball bait.
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And as old wooden spoons
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turn autumn Sundays
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belly up in bubbling
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pots,
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I make one wish:
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just to hear my mother
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say mom.
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19 Mar 07 |
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This is very beautiful. Makes me want to know Sally.
I love those potato heads. They were fun, no? Your nana sounds lovely.
Thanks for the read,
Polly.
— PollyReg
Enjoyed the dance, the ride, the spin, the dream's imagery. What a beautiful tribute to her.
What a finely crafted sweet piece. Ripe with imagery and original metaphors and scenes.
I can feel the soothing of those floured hands on my brain.
Line 19 perhaps should read woman's? Line 21-22 has a double your?
Tossing hail mary's down Bronx alleys... lovely.
— sandburger
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