Grandma swore a whole lot.
Mom and Dad did not.
She smoked and cussed and
the Little Me feared her
fierce, loud love.
She would offer them a drink.
And the ice would clink
as she recanted the faces and
places she'd loved
so fearlessly.
PAD #15 - profile
Monday, April 18, 2011
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