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if he buys 13 watermelons at 69 cents a pound
and pays with a twenty.
BlueAfrica wrote:I.
One summer she spent
holed up in the kitchen,
canning homemade jam.
In August I announced
that I only liked jelly.
II.
She tells me,
If anyone asks you
if your mama's Catholic
and can she make a roux,
you can say yes.
III.
One winter we built
a sled-hill from the snow
dumped on our corner by the plows.
Four hours she traipsed
up and down our three-foot hill with us.
IV.
Over bad Mexican food I tell her,
Our friends are having a second baby.
We’re jealous.
At this talk of grandchildren,
she sighs and wishes
that she were not moving to Virginia.
(I know it needs more, like one more verse or something, but this is all I've got after like a week of working on this. More time for fixing in May.)
Forgive me, oh Africa,
according to the multitude of thy mercies.
The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver
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