Grandma Stacey’s House

before I was stolen
youth blinked
hollyhocks caught the summer sky
butter tarts, the
smell of coke and rye
a dime, embedded deep sidewalk
cavernous dirt down the stairs
fair memories swarm

and her smile
looks back to haunt me
kind and cherishing and it breaks
in the mirror
it breaks in the mirror
you know that its true

they are gone
but she lingers
liked sweet scented perfume
she rests with her maker
she sings with her maker
and my heart it breaks in two

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