Saturday, July 05, 2014

Reassembing - A Poem

I was sick
Grandma was over
It was just us
and a puzzle
Little Red Riding Hood

We were in 
my parent's room
working on 
the wood pieces

She was probably
around the age 
I am right now
Like me, younger
than I imagined

The room
the house
she, me, life
was all smaller 
than I knew


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