Gran Gramma

Ma where’s compact boot

why do cellars root & weave

who is wattle eyes

when is Babushka

or Cha Cha whose bull dog is

over on Hermitage

a lane of lilies

to a porch’s steep above

the deepness her smile

Published by ayaladn

annotating60 says:

April 11, 2013 at 12:37 pm

Love the last stanza.>KB

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1. j4n says:
  
  April 11, 2013 at 1:01 pm
  
  I never saw her frown, although she knew sorrow; she never bowed to it.
  
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