Poetry - Inspired by Grandmother - #thinline

#thinline


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

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Memory of a Photograph (written March 19 2019)

10 Things (written 4/4/2019)

New Year's Resolutions (1/10/2021)