Saturday, April 18, 2009

My Grandpa's Farm

Feels like Michigan again-
cool, damp, dewy, grassy

She'll miss her birds
She'll miss her garden
She'll miss the things the rest of us have all forgotten

She misses his touch in the middle of the night
his voice and his warmth

She's missed the children
Bright Sunday reunions

More than this,
I am afraid of missing her

Feels like Michigan
baby snow peas
baby sweet corn
dusty garages
black cherries

Feels like Michigan again

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