
I was far too small to reach the dusty glass jars stacked on the wooden shelves of your garage. I’dskate by wondering what orange or yellow or green meantand if you’d teach meyour secrets. I outgrew wantingto know before your mindforgot all the things—including me. It’s been 17 years since you left without meetingyour great-grandchildren and nowI wonder if […]
Poetry: Grandma Kate






