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
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