Wednesday, November 4, 2009


When my grandma planted things, she cared for them, and they grew.

When my grandma wrote love in a letter, she underlined it at least three times.

When my grandma filled her dinner plate, she piled it high, and she peppered it well, and she raised the food to her red lips with a fork held elegantly in crooked fingers. When the plate was empty, she filled it again.

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