washing rice in
washing rice in
autumn, my fingers
turn cold under
running water,
remembering
my grandmother’s
hands, already two
weeks’ frozen
.
20141013:1510
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washing rice in
autumn, my fingers
turn cold under
running water,
remembering
my grandmother’s
hands, already two
weeks’ frozen
.
20141013:1510
y
…woah…the last two lines…
So sorry for your loss (from what I surmise from other recent poems). May you find peace and joy amongst the grief and remembrance.
thank you for your kind thoughts. yesterday, she was scheduled for cremation – after two weeks. as i was washing rice, i thought about watching her wash rice and that for the time being, she still had two hands, and how cold she must feel.