I finally met...

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I finally met my grandmother last night,
the one who died before I was born.
She wore a blue flower-print dress
and black stockings, a red kerchief
held her silver hair.
She showed me her seashell collection.
I told her about my brothers
and that my sister was getting married.
She smiled and asked is she beautiful?
Yes; blue eyes, like yours.
And her man has a good job?
Yes, he gazes at her tirelessly.
And you! You’re so tall!
She came over and hugged me,
her little body soft, cool.
She gave me the nautilus I had been looking at
and lay down for her nap.

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