A Tweak From Grandma
An old fountain pen; restored to its former glory.
Parchment awaits its clothing of poetry; my grandmothers words appear; not mine.
Another ancestral visit; she’s tweaking me.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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