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hmm

 We’ve sewn together

Actually I think that it was called knitting

better yet Crochet

we crocheted squares

creating bonds immortal bonds

never meant to be broken

squares, immortal squares

4sides, 90 degree angles, simple and easily understood

we would move on to scarves and bags once I perfected my skill

and you grew old less.

OKay

This is what mommy called bonding time

spending time with grandma before she died of old age

misused anatomy

this isn’t poetry but a reflection

of

misused time

I did not have the patience to perfect my skill:
reversing old age people


— Word, Aug 20, 2007

Critiques

weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 10 months ago

Oh man, this site is drawing the very best

and the very worst out of me. This poem hit me hard, about how I spend time with my ageing yet formidable mother and her daughters who do crochet or better, and is that better? Time mis-used? Who hasn't. Raises questions. Very good poem. cheers, Jess
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Conect11

17 years 5 months ago

ah, look who snuck back in here like the scourge she is!!!

I mean, welcome back, Word! I can't believe I didn't comment on this before. In it you once again use your keen ability to tell an effective story, one that is at once halting, melancholy, and braces us for the (off camera) death that we now expect. I love the poignance. Hope you stay around, your writing is sorely missed. Mark W. P.S. I want my $5 now "Not since the Houston Asylum Fire of '54 have I seen so many flaming crazies." ~Dan Rather, SNL Fringe Candidates Debate
Mark

Mark

17 years 5 months ago

When my grandmother died

her heart just slowed down and stopped. She died a natural death from old age. She croceted many things and knitted too. The bonds of the different families were broken. Strangest thing occured. She did not know she had died but was just resting :) I like how this poem starts very much, Word. Thanks. If you read that I feel lucky. Mark

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