Thursday, September 30, 2010

Quill #69 - Comin' Through the Wry (2010)





















My voice got a compliment
Last night,
Not for the first time.

Apparently I sound a lot like my
Well-to-do Southern grandmother,
Look like her,
Walk like her.

I don't have her natural
Eloquence in clothing.
She wore Pendleton jackets,
Silk scarves.

I wear jeans
And sneakers.
For dress-up,
Black sneakers.

She sewed,
My other grandma crocheted.
I do some of both.

But when I gaze in the mirror,
Anymore,
I see her looking back,
A patient smile,
Crush-crinkled eyes
That have watched a
Lot of water fall.

Her other granddaughters
Resemble different parentage.
Yet, they were her fulfillment,
Slender and tall,
The perfect children.

She'd had a rough life,
Wasn't proud of her roots,
Her harsh daddy and the
Thieves and traitors behind him.

Did she ignore me,
Because she couldn't bear
To look at herself?

2 comments:

  1. Worse things than looking like one of your favorite relatives! I like being able to trace a bit of the family lineage by looking at my face!

    Of course, the lines and wrinkles are there like a road map!

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  2. That's true. :) Thank you for stopping by and reading! It's always a joyous surprise for me when I see your name here.

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