It Always Came Back to Sunflowers

September 28, 2017
By naptaker BRONZE, Cave Creek, Arizona
naptaker BRONZE, Cave Creek, Arizona
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Can you please help me make the bed?
Smooth it out together, clean sheets pulled tight and the corners tucked.
You’d better wash before you go,
cracked hands with soft dirt in all the creases.
Wiping them on your jeans won’t help,
your fingernails are cloudy and cut short,
Your thumbs stubbed, smaller than mine somehow.
Good for gardening they say, or is that a superstition?
Long fingers were never on your side of the family.
Short, rounded, calloused,
That’s you.

The author's comments:

This is from a group of pieces I wrote trying to remember my grandfather.

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