Grandmother






Grandmother

Old Woman
You have infected me
With knowing, a
Poison dart you lay
Close to my heart
Fester a
Fever of 
Searching
Somewhere near my soul is
The source of you
I wander close to your
Nestled resting place
Your bones jump up
Clatter laughing
Running
Wisdom hummimg
In my ears
You speak the thrumming
Language of Bees
Understanding escapes
Leaving me
To begin again

~Katrina Marie Craig

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