I was never
close to
grandmothers
close to
grandmothers
Never
had
that
soul-searching
talk
I
was seen
and
not heard
Approved
but
not
approached
Too
young
to
leave
impressions
I
guess
on
ones so old.
But
I was loved
by
grandmothers
A
treat
of
some kind
was
given
At
meals
I
was not
forgotten
Or
by small
kindnesses
unearned
I
learned
that
grandmothers
remember
I
learned
that
grandmothers
forget
Just
as I
have
forgotten
much
that
grandmothers
said
But
have
always
remembered
the
way
it
was expressed.