Wednesday, March 1, 2000

bushels of bagpipes

woke up
in the middle of a sunset
picture on the table
the one grandma took
her time organizing the table
eyes telling me all I need to know
the strength is that un-measurable kind
and so is the love and respect
woke up changed
with new eyes
looking deep into hers
almost eighty years
seen so much
knowing I haven’t
seen enough…

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