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Strange Grandmother


11.28.11 Posted in today's words by

Mariah Boone’s most recent poem to appear here was Thirsty Elbows (October 2011).

Strange Grandmother
By Mariah Boone

My mother-in-law
Feeds crackers and cheese to my four-year-old daughter
At midnight
My mother-in-law says she wants us to visit
But arranges no place for us to sleep that is safe for a small child
My mother-in-law keeps her up way past bedtime, then
Wakes her up early with intentional noise
Later making cold comments
When tired tears spill across the day
But 
My mother-in-law
Tucks a plastic baggie of dried cranberries and cherries
Into my daughter’s little hand for the long road trip home
And content and happy
Is that cranberry and cherry ride
For miles.



3 Responses to “Strange Grandmother”

  1. Judy says:

    a lovely poem

  2. There are a lot of pent up emotions here. I hope things work out.

  3. sari says:

    I loved this poem. I understand it in my core. Thank you, it was wonderful.
    Human connections are often like the one expressed in the poem. Thank you!!!!