Grandma swore

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.

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In the mirror

It's so much simpler to
see ourselves in
others' eyes than our own.


PAD #15 - profile poem