Sunday, April 17, 2016

NaPoWriMo - Day 6. "Snowball Summers" flower poem

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Snowball Summers  

I called my grandmother
Mother -because she had
been too young to be a
grandmother - (though
later my own mother re-
vealed that she reviled
the rejection) -Mother's
hair was ebon pincurled
and at forty two she was
without qualm - setting
me, tiny granddaughter
free, alone - scrunching
in the wet perfume of her
snowball bushes- lush-
in that park of her back
yard - in that cool leafy
filagree-light darkness -
mystic wishes worthy
of any silvered grand-
mother floated all day
on hot summer breezes


  1. Sweet memories so beautifully penned...

  2. I personally arrange for flower delivery by stopping by a local florist who knows what you want, or by calling the florist on the phone.

  3. What are some of the cheapest places to travel? From Asia to Africa and Europe, Things to do ‘s got a budget breakdowns for the cheapest places to travel.