Posies

With a slight of hand and the love of a mother’s mother.

you turned peanuts into candy bars.

Those wrinkled hands wrap me in memories.

Planting kisses on top of golden curls, smiling with

Only the radiance that love times years can produce,

You fixed indelible marks on your little ones.

I hear your voice, gritty and soft, like a

muddy spring day and I want to

show you the posies, all your little ones.