Something she needed.
Gathering sticks with a clackity clack.
Something she knew.
A rake with handle true.
Something she loved.
Crisp, fresh air.
Something she did.
Feeding burn barrel natures spares.
Something she taught.
God loves you.
Something she chose.
The right voices for reading Oscar the Grouch.
Someone I will never forget.
Grandma.
©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef
