**tflt
place poetry**
Who? 'Your great-gxandpa, be was
tough as nallB, be was a good man
and you are
beartless!**
Momma sobbed flowers and
Into bis
I, well,
I
rubbed my feet Into tbe grass all nervous and bored. (I
wanted to believe ber but
I wanted to leave.)
Momma, be was so
slak.
And I only saw blm a couple tlmes~ever~ and be was so wrinkled and sagged so sad Into tbe abalr In tbe nursing bome wbere all us kids bated to go. 'Doidb
you remember tbe lae aream?*
Ob Momma, I was so
little,
but you know I tblnk 1
do.
I tblnk wben I look at tbe flowers by tbe grave I aan taste
vanilla
and feel a oold was so
tile floor
tbrougb my sandals wben
It
