Unlit stained glass in pretty flower patterns
Pink and blue pastels for boys and girls
Curved and pointed panels, dark wood attic
Where dusk hands in sun shocks, hovering, watching
And grandma unfolds her tiny wedding dress
My wrists barely fit through ivory sleeves
(Her heavy, single great-aunt ironed it,
A wedding gift that hot fall day)
And my grandma's grandma, ovaries heavy
With wild, growing masses soon to bring
Death, the always too soon thing. Lord, keep mine.
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