Grandma kept the silk and satin pieces,
remnant bits of lace, an eagle emblem;
cut and matched them--bold as any brush stroke,
strong and rich as wild grape juice itching
on the lips--in strips against blue cotton
backing. She embroidered down their sides the
rows of summer gardens, and the shale
staircase up an Ozark mountain, and the
rugged crosses on Golgotha's hill.
remnant bits of lace, an eagle emblem;
cut and matched them--bold as any brush stroke,
strong and rich as wild grape juice itching
on the lips--in strips against blue cotton
backing. She embroidered down their sides the
rows of summer gardens, and the shale
staircase up an Ozark mountain, and the
rugged crosses on Golgotha's hill.
Beautiful!
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DeleteThis is lovely...and makes me want to cry a bit. I think that I'm incredibly lucky to have a sister that puts our family memories into poetry.
ReplyDeleteAw, what beautiful words :) Thank you, and I'm glad you liked this, too!
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