Grandma Turk

By Yictove

She was one

rather than shout

Halalujah

would whisper

Short she was

coal black

Her eyes

like blades

would cut anything

she saw to

its essence, 

its truth

Sure footed

We walked, she & I

miles together

in

Bainbridge, Georgia,

to a destination

and we

hardly

said a

word.

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