Grandma Poem by Anna Watson
Grandma
Her heart broke
Yet her feet still moved
Tip, tap, tip, tap New York.
The sequins glittered and the painted smile shone
Cracks in the powder, lost in the glare.
Come here, go there, Prince's Street and further
What life, my life, a bed and a chair.
A flight of fancy, decisions, indecisive
My life, the bus and a fare.
Bells and levers
Hearts and cleavers
Play the pack and tip, tap, tip, tap.
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4/26/2024 9:47:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
good grandma. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.