January 18, 2010

B274. cave dwellers

get spongey.

my heart feels the hand of my mother's mom, holding
mine soft, both soft in the car.

My mother's hand soft,
Dad's holding hers rolling down to

Grandmother's heart carving sponges.

Posted by nancy at January 18, 2010 05:21 PM
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