Granny's Hands Granny’s Hands Hold my hand Granny Tell me again How many times is seventy times seven And what does forgive mean Tell me again. Granny’s hands have spots all over Tell me again Why does the sun make everything better When tomorrow comes Tell me again. Granny picks Rosemary and Lemon Verbena Everything smells Of Lemon Verbena Teach me again Granny Those easy lessons Of making things better With Lemon Verbena Children can live on ripe pomegranates Pork crackling snacks fresh Apple Pie Two late husbands and burying two children and yet, I only once saw her cry. The way to fix things was to Unpack your cupboards “Sadness will go,” Granny would say. “Sadness can’t live in nice tidy cupboards,” But what do you do with it? Pack it away? Granny’s hands were soft and gentle Rough and wrinkly At the same time Hold my hand Granny Tell me again How many times is seventy times seven times seventy times …
More than one hundred lifetimes later and like the alley cat, back on my feet. "Who are you" I ask the precocious seven year old who used to have the answer to everything, "And where are you going?"
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