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Polly Alice

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Polly McCann Day at Johnson County Library

Today, April 14, is Polly McCann day at Johnson County Library.  Well really, they featured my poem today as part of National Poetry Month.  Thirty poets from The Writers Place will be featured  by the end of the month.  This poem is about the time I read nursery rhymes to my grandmother from the same book she always read to me.

Mittens we have lost

Grandma always changed
with her back toward me.
Now, she folds into her chair bare-chested,
innocent as clover. I pull her dress over
hair white as weeds, eyes blind as ebony.

Next week grandmother turns ninety-eight.
This is the first year of my life she won’t
remember our birthday is the same.
I’m not surprised, she’s near a century.

Light showers the open bloom of our book
I sit with my head on her arm;
I caress her skin
like a worn map of her secrets.

“Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!”

The hair on her chin, kitten-white whiskers,
Her voice scratchy like their strawberry tongues.

“Mother Dear, see here, see here,
we have lost our mittens.”

Her voice damp like the kiss of those kittens.

All words from the lost world sailed toward me
on the ship of her low tremulous voice.

 Read it to me again. I’ve never heard this one.
I answer

we have lost our mittens

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