I was fed on a world of mullberry wine
and tapestries emroidered through the blood
a little red riding hood plopped down into a world of woods
and men with golden buttons on their lapels
great grandfather pulled me close into his memories
and permitted my little fingers dance across the World War I medals
my eyes to dance across his remembrances
my ears to perk up at the marching songs
I'd sing along without a clue
bedazzled by the sharpness of his chin
and the stories off his lips like leaves
feeding me
Great grnadmother shook the morning water
off her hair
and apron
singing about trees and birds
and children wrapped in faerie wings
kneading history into my bones
as she kneaded bread
with her strong woman hands
My great grandparents wore the world in the click of boots
and white knit shawls;
I ate the stories off their lips with kisses
and drank the moments out of their hand with water from a spring;
loving them
remembering them
to this moment
in the tip of my fingertips
gold buttons
sweet bakery smells
I fall back onto those old world singularities
like magik
like pearls of love wound through the anklet
great grandmother wound for me
out of cherry bark
and blossoms
copyright:2008victoriaseleneskyedeme
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