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GOODBYE GRANDMA
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Her kitchen is just as I expected it –
white walls with those pale pink, lacy curtains
that I always dream would taste like cotton candy
- if I licked them.
Mama doesn’t make eye contact
and Daddy won’t speak.
In the middle - a tiny round table
with a little plate of the tea sandwiches
that she taught me to make:
Two slices of bread,
cream cheese,
sliced up cukes in the middle,
cut into small squares
- add a toothpick.
“Goodbye Grandma," I say.
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