Grandmothers arms

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I may not know how to write poetry, but if I pay $5 a month I can see who reads it.

Submitted: May 22, 2017

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Submitted: May 22, 2017



If you could melt these words

into your grandmothers favorite spoon

take the needle and fill 'er up

locate the vein conveniently placed

on your arthritis ridden arms

how would they make you feel


They won't respect you but its fine

you never wanted to impress them

how many lies can be carved into a truth

if they knew what you thought of them

would they still talk to you in the hall

or cast you into the island of misled youth


Tears and tears fall on buckets of ice

the bag of wine on her desk has grown stale

her wallet is empty and her bed is on fire

not enough things could fill that empty soul

hospitals are meant for those who want to recover

cemeteries are for those who wallow in it 

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