Unspoken

every morning Gramma landed in the kitchen with a righteous appetite and her wispy hair perfectly placed a proper cup of tea in hand she would tell her precious grandchildren you know, this day last year Mr. Johnson trimmed his lawn and Audrey Kerwin hung her first wash at eleven! Gramma surveyed and recorded the goin’s on good, bad, unspeakable, it was all in her precious diaries in black and blue at night, the kids snuck out of bed and moused themselves to Gramma’s room they never spoke as they endured their parent’s rummy feuds and folded to sleep on her corduroy couch a few months after she passed I asked where Gramma’s diaries were their mother iced over as she turned away much later, I found out they were shredded one by one