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Grandmother's Watch |
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she had long hair – brushed each night and morning and braided, it quietly shone I didn't love my grandmother who made me practice the piano and wear dresses: childhood, like our dog crept softly thru her farmhouse or got tossed out a house of treasure closet passages connecting silent rooms the splendid bathtub where once I caught a frog – it had claw feet sister Jean and I rode bareback over pastures thistled with short summer... we each have our remembrance of her: Patty, the old pump organ Jean, her name and the diamond engagement ring not my grandmother's death hurt me, but what it foretold: I have the gold watch and chain | |
| © 1977 by Beth
Stevens
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