In Grandma's House
In one corner of your room
you’d hung a faded photograph
of Charles Lindbergh and his plane
in sepia
covering
a lighter-colored square of wall
exactly the same size.
He looked so dashing
with his scarf and smile
but his eyes were dark and sad
(like yours)
beneath his aviator’s cap
and it was signed,
“To Mildred.”
Why did you hang it?
Did you dream of flight
as you plowed the land
on your John Deere?
By the time I thought to ask
about the picture’s story
you’d already flown too far ahead
for me to hear your voice
above the wind.
Copyright © Roxanne Andorfer | Year Posted 2025
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