I love the title of
this poem by
Anna Journey. I already get a sense of the whole thing from those two words. I know, I know, I'm stereotyping Mississippi when I do so (but so is she), but you just know some stories of country/Southern life are about to be relayed.
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| Some Mississippi grandparents |
She uses such wonderful stories/examples. I'm pulled into the story of this family and the place they are from.
And I love that last, italicized line - you can hear the voice of the grandfather, the pride and protectionism, the humor, usefulness and kindness that seems to characterize the family.
Favorite line: "She'd believed it / a gesture of intimacy."
She’d believed it
a gesture of intimacy.
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