Close up as a slide in a magnifying lens I am remembering the welcoming hand into the front room as she called it, the cups set for tea, the spoons set for milk' the bowl for sugar and the cookies cut the day before by me and my sister. That window that looked out on old trees and new birds, that uncut grass supposed to be done by sunday and the swing that hung from the old tree by the chicken coop, the fresh eggs picked by me and my sister. The tree, the grass, the hands, the sister.
Close up as a slide in a magnifying lens
ReplyDeleteI am remembering the welcoming hand
into the front room as she called it,
the cups set for tea,
the spoons set for milk'
the bowl for sugar
and the cookies cut the day before
by me and my sister.
That window that looked out on old trees
and new birds, that uncut grass
supposed to be done by sunday
and the swing that hung from the old tree
by the chicken coop, the fresh eggs
picked by me and my sister.
The tree, the grass, the hands, the sister.
Makes me cry
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