Minnie Speaks

My dear child.
I remember you in your grandmother’s arms
she, with hands like spades
and not a lick of patience for the ignorant.

I don’t know what took you so far away.
Seems it wasn’t enough that
the land here rolls on forever
and the sky is big as you please.
But I know you girls want more these days,
your walls like borders on a map.

Take this in memory of me and your grandma at the kitchen table
stuffed in our polyester skirts and dreaming ourselves young.
Remember us.

~ Monica Kidd

Monica Kidd is an ex-pat Albertan living in Newfoundland. Someone
had to go the other way.

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