after 25 years
at Grampie's grave
Nana praying straight on her cane
bright August Sun
Olivia and I weed around his name
if you're boastful
watch your back
because every day
now matter what it says
will feel like an attack
if you're humble
stay that way
because every sidewalk crack
and verbal thumb tack
will just be play
2 days ago
1 comment:
Did you mean know rather than now? Other than that, great poems. I may have a response gogyohka to Nana's poem... I'll think about it.
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