UntitledA Poem by Marian ElizabethMy grandmother. She doesn’t frown
anymore when I drink. I’ll be visiting Asking for a sip
of crème de la vie Like everyone
else. She'll hand it to
me, safe, Confident, even
proud. I’ve got a house. I clean. I cook. I keep my husband’s
socks in place. I feed. I protect. I nourish. In her heart I’ve earned that
drink. © 2018 Marian ElizabethReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 30, 2018 Last Updated on June 30, 2018 Tags: sadness, drunk poetry, grandma, hispanic AuthorMarian ElizabethMiami, FLAboutI am a literature teacher and a writer. I write both prose and poetry, and I work with the themes of anorexia, feminism, nature, the vulnerability of beauty, depression, magic, melancholy, and Bohemia.. more..Writing
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