Grandmama

Grandmama

A Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm a Writer

Grandmama

 


If she kisses me on both cheeks before her dry lips brush my hair.


If she takes my hand and pulls me to her table and places a cup before me.

If the aroma of chicory mixes with the smell of collards and snuff.

If there’s an open Bible on her lap and a cat under her chair.

If her eyes try to smile while her han
ds fiddle with her apron.

© 2008 My Name is Brenda and I'm a Writer


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Great start, but it seems unfinished.

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My Name is Brenda and I'm a Writer
My Name is Brenda and I'm a Writer

Falls Church, VA



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My first novel was inspired by my own childhood on Pungo Creek in rural North Carolina where I grew up in a house shared by three generations. It seems it took a lifetime to write but it was actually.. more..

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