Friday, April 29, 2016

grams (a poem for my gran)

grams ...

where did it go? 
your perfume and my small face 
that lay burrowed in crevices of wrinkled skin, 
against the curve,
where they fold, 
at the nape of your neck, 
just up, from your gold star of david.

breathe in sweat pea and cinnamon 
breathe out comfort, 
not reserved for thundery nights only,
where did the time go? 
November seems a long time ago,
smarties colouring the tips of your fingers 
disappeared like wednesday nights of sha na na 
and sunday's double thick chocolate milkshakes at café wein, 
large, sagging breasts pushed against me in a hug, 
wrapped my world into soft fatty pockets 

i miss maraschino cherries and trifles, 
the occasional stale slivered almond, 
even your uninspiring bolognaise would be ok 
if i could just say hello. 
Where did you go? 

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