GRANDCHILDREN/THE BLACKBERRY PATCH/ IN HONOR AND MEMORY OF MY AUNT THELMA
IN MEMORY AND HONOR OF MY AUNT THELMA WHO I CREDIT WITH GIVING ME MY LOVE OF POETRY. GRANDCHILDREN THE HOUSE IS NEAT THE FLOOR IS CLEAN WE HEAR NO YELL, NO SUDDEN SCREAM NO BALL COMES BOUNCING OFF OUR DOME OUR GRANDCHILDREN HAVE GONE HOME NO SHORT FAT ARMS AROUND OUR NECK NO LIPS THAT GIVE A SHORT SWEET PECK THE HOUSE SO EMPTY, WE'RE ALONE OUR GRANDCHILDREN HAVE GONE HOME NO FLIES COME IN AT OPEN DOORS NO LITTLE PUDDLES ON THE FLOOR ICE CREAM STILL THERE, NOT ATE A CONE OUR GRANDCHILDREN HAVE... Sign in to see full entry.