Blurred- (Written 7-23-14 for the “Grandma’s”)
A momentary visit to a
Strange world.
A place littered with words
That have lost their meaning.
Silence prevails.
Voiceless screams suffocated in
Endless images.
A woman-child of 92
With a warm embrace.
Hands and fingers entwined
With our own.
They speak the
Unspoken words
Erased forever.
Comfort?
Violently ripped out of
The dictionary.
Yet…
Decorated with earned lines
The hands of this
Woman-child
Still creates
A warm embrace…
Debi
Maller
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