Grandma Knows
Mystical star in middle of palm
Deeply cut and dancing
Foretelling fantastic things
Leading straight to a cosmic triangle
Which perches precariously on the top
Imagination all over the place is this child’s fate
You cannot tell that! Her mother says with a laugh.
Grandmother meets my eyes and we both smile, knowing.
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