Decoration
Grandma died
before I was born.
Grandpa died
when I was seventeen.
Like he did for her,
I do for them–put
flowers on their graves. This year
While kneeling
down on my knees
Between their graves
to place flowers,
A warm misty wind,
sweet and gentle
Cloaked me—
there was no wind.
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I’ve got goosebumps!
Oh my, thank you; thank you.
I wrote a novel about her–my own imaginary grandmother whom I only heard about and helped Pa put flowers on her grave until he died. The novel is The Black Gum Well on Amazon. Carolyn Pennington