woody (01/26/83)
I wanted to be the old woman, and smile when the children made noise I wanted to tell all the stories of joy and where it is found in soft summer evenings, in the voice of the mulberry tree richly, the smell of hot soil rising up with the flowers' sweet breathing will they love my old laughter as, oh! I love you? Grandmother, you I have wanted to be. growing old, blessed with joy and love in the face that I wear leaving hope like my own in some heart somewhere. You have braided my life in a pattern; my memories, yours-- we are children together, and I want to be the old woman. 11/4/82 for Laura McGraw Upright May 11, 1884 - December 24, 1982