Just call her Ma’
I could refer to her as grandma ,But honestly she isn’t so grand.
Quaint is more of the adjective for her. Still in her 70’s furnished home where she’s been widowed , life wallows where the whole home’s carpet is baby blue, but that sacred route she walks upstairs everyday has turned brown from her little feet and walker, as you can track her traces for years on years of her lonesome
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That opening line really sucked me into this. Great poem!
Thank you
I, too, like how the first line stipulates what not to call her. I also love the sound of “life wallows where the whole home’s carpet is baby blue,” especially the word “wallows.” I bet she cherishes you.