Poetry - Inspired by Grandmother - #thinline
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Often my grandmother’s mouth
Was a thin line
Her serious face
As she worked bread dough
Or stirred some fruit preserves
Hung laundry to dry
On the line
Or getting ready to select
Chickens for slaughter
Observing us as we
Picked berries
No sneaking
They are for supper
And yet
She could laugh
Throwing back her head
Almost a giggle or guffaw
Her eyes would twinkle
Her thin mouth curved
Enjoying the look
As I remember now
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