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Fleeting Grandma
CaseyPowers

my grandmother
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always smelled
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of warm tossie cookies
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at Christmastime
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sweet of molasses
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and nutty pecans
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and she had a particular way
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of saying yeah
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so it came off soothing and comforting
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even if she was just saying it
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without a special reason
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I never wanted to forget it after she died
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but it is distant now
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If I squeeze my eyes closed
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I can recollect her gray waves
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that she always liked to pat
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out of her feminine vanity
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not dampened by time
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I can recall palpable excitement
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over her famous cookies
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that I actually never liked much—
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not like the others
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but I still missed them after they were gone
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because they were a symbol of her
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now they might please my palate
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in a way they did not before
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an early morning dream
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that an hour upon waking
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one cannot remember
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but if I close my eyes…
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and this time I will write it down
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14 Feb 12

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Lovely.  I enjoyed the conversational tone, works well here.  You drew it all to an excellent and pointed closing.  Enjoyed.
 — sybarite

thanks sybarite
 — CaseyPowers

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