Looking down at my sparkle
that I found in a cedar chest
one that my father gave to me
memories flood back to me:
Making her “grass tacos,”
made out of leaves and different grasses
Trying to find her belly button
that was no longer there,
Picking blueberries together
eating eight bowls at a time,
Collecting money from the men for coffee
with my Smurf money bank,
not letting them drink until they paid up.
Playing with me on the floor
with all my dad’s old toys:
a wooden connecting blocks,
a metal spinning top,
an old metal “Farmer in the Dell” musical toy.
Picking Concord grapes from the field
seeing her sitting in the kitchen corner
in her rocking chair
either her dog Rusty in her lap
or I am with her reading to me.
Drinking Jell-o since we
were too impatient to wait.
She saved my dog Sheppy
from an untimely death.
Losing her at the young age of 12
after being in a car accident
in the middle of winter.
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