Being Is Social
A reminder that "no man is an island entire of itself" and that Ayn Rand is a poor role model.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Lines Written In Memory of My Grandmother
My grandmother died seven years ago this July. She was dear to me and I miss her. These lines are for her:
Hand-tied patchwork quilt
My grandmother’s crooked fingers
Dust in the ground
Seven years hence
Worked the yarn
And turned the scraps into the womb-like warmer
Under which we lie safe in the embrace of her love
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