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Topic: Body Language (11/25/10)
TITLE: Grandma McKay
By Jill Fisher
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On those orthotic shoes,
Leaning on the counter and watching,
For her family to come and eat.
The joy in her countenance
Is bright and pure,
Like her snowy hair.
I find myself wishing, again,
To be as she is.
When she hears the door open, she holds out her hands.
The smile transforms
Her face into a map of lines—
A happy place,
Like the flowers on her Hawaiian shirt.
With hands outstretched,
She leans into the love.
Like a billowing sheet on wash day
Snapping out to touch the sky--
Blown by a warm wind.
She struggles to rob
The last shadows before blindness,
The features of my face.
Getting this right
Is important to her.
I am important to her.
I can feel it in the cool touch
Of papery-thin skin,
And I know without her saying a single thing.
I am her sky.
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