Thursday, April 21, 2011

practically yesterday

my grandfather burned up in a house fire
when my dad was twenty four years old
we inherited ten thousand dollars
and a renovated house
so dad quit his job and mowed the lawn
every sunday
his vision of his father

my grandmother was a blonde and never died
a black box of ashes bears her name
and currently lives on my dresser top
beside a dog named skippy
and the portrait of her former self
my version of her
with an emphasis on her

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

a daughter of mine is a poet
a daughter of mine is a poem
a daughter of mine is a poe (port of entry)
Adj.(relating to)

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