the sun sifted through the cold
like grandma's flour
cheesy biscuits and gravy
sausage and scrambled eggs,
grandpa's heart attack
grandma passing a few years later.,
flannel lined jeans and snow boots,
scarfs, muffs, and gloves
snow's been gone for days but
her precious bundle must be
genuinely protected...
at all costs, she used to say.
alone these days is normal
at least for me anyways,
I seldom look over my shoulder
and when I do, it all sifts
through my mind again.
December 23, 2024
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