The use of grandmothers
What did she actually complain about
That red hooded girl.
No more weekly visits, bringing food,
No more questions of
Big toes, a bent back,
No more long distances covered by
Short phone conversations
Cutting their way through lines of trees,
Weeds and webs.
Your voice still so clear.
The wolf came a long time ago.
I hide from winter in your sheepskin coat.
