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