Poems by Beedoo!

Ah--Hazy Image

Three words strung on a lineless card that
my grandmother wrote some point in time,
along with the mantel clock that won't chime
and the pearl-headed pins for ladies' hats...
things she left for me to find (and deal with)
one month past her death
where none of her seems to be left
except this note, less than a line

No photograph or memory
ever justified its presence
as I sorted through a mound
of cards and clippings, when I found
this small remainder of her essence...
Grandma, was this note for me?

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