Three little girls ran down a block, said Grandma was the best! They'd sing and play, read some and dance, then sit down for a rest. Their Dad and Mom encouraged them, they knew Grandma loved girls.
The other poem further showed, what had already been visible ... the stately introduction to a higher life--may well end with her description of the death of the summer she so loved. As imperceptibly ...
"These poems are laden with grief, but also, to my ears, carry a tremendous love and hope, without which, surely, there could be no endurance," writes critic Mandana Chaffa. With members across ...