Granny’s Guide

Once
when I was younger
picking
shucking
popping peas
I asked granny
‘granny’
I asked
‘how do you love a man?’
Granny
she of quirky hats
looked at me
squinting through swirling smoke
knowing grin on her lips
sage nod.
‘Girly’
for that was her name for me
‘girly it is easy
you make sure he is smart
not smart mouthed 
book smarts.
You make sure he is handsome
not like a movie star
handsome never fades.
You make sure he is kind
not only when you are looking
but when others can see
and you cannot.
You make sure he makes you laugh
for tears will be aplently.
You make sure he loves you
will be there for you
hold your hand 
stand for you
otherwise your home is an empty nest.’
Gathered up her gardening
into the house we went
granny was teaching me
old family recipe
handed down
liquid sauce
gold in these here hills.
My face is weathered
my time grows short
here
my own inquisitor
asking the same as I…..
Granny told me
‘take all these parts 
quilt them together 
with your love
with his love
happiness the thread
sorrow the truth 
but girly’
she looked at me
piercing steel eyes
‘always remember this
it is hard work
not easy
ain’t nothing good 
that comes from easy.’
Wise words to live by
wise words indeed
passed along
granny
to
granddaughter
always.
©April 22/20
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Bog Monster

Lilting
on the air
love song
gentle dream.
Golden hours
long slippery nights
time in a bubble
a desire
a love affair
ever so rare
or so I thought.
Woven fantasies
spoken
dreams created
wisps of smoke
waiting
wanting
spoke to me
of fairy tales.
Always wanted my fairy prince
my knight in shining armour
my king
to lay with queenly self
to call forth passion
to ease the inner ache
I constantly feel.
I would like to know
within the multitude of frogs I have kissed
have you any advice
what do I need to change
so y’all will stay in the swamp?
©March 18/20
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