Bits That Linger Like Scent
for Grace Haven
1908 - 1998
Bits are all I have of Grandma now;
a table, a plate, a tall brown pitcher
that held buttermilk
for more than one generation's mealtimes;
a vase, a painting, a miniature cup and saucer,
bought for her on a trip to Seattle
when Mom was fifteen
and I was still seven years in the future.
After so much time spent in Grandma's house
the bits are as familiar as the scarf she wore
when she baked Sunday cookies.
Bits are all I have of Grandma now~
bits that linger like scent
in her empty Evening in Paris perfume bottle.
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