I remember my two grandmothers-
One thin and wispy,
as if her skin
stuck greedily to her bones;
Her lips were always
tightly pursed,
bound with red lipstick
and harsh words!.
My other grandma
was warm and round,
with soft, unassuming skin
that always smelled
of fresh cotton linens
dried in the sun!.
Her eyes were gray
but never clouded,
no matter how dark the weather-
and her knobby knees
were always dancing
to some tune
that played again and again
inside of her head!.
I remembered thinking
as a little girl
that I couldn’t wait
to grow old, soft and flabby,
and to hug my own grandchildren
just like she did!.Www@QuestionHome@Com