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Violence Grandmother Poems | Violence Poems About Grandmother

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Details | Rhyme |

Red

With a basket woven brown, covered in linen, hiding goodies under cross stitched flowers
She with the Crimson Hoodie, and a smile like cookies and cream
Heading for the cottage so cute, and the walls pale white, the smoking chimney raising towers
The forest so dark, and the path so long, Granny waiting like a dream

The aforementioned teen, skipping through the glades, miles from Granny, four 
Her laugh so pure, and her stride so sure, swallows soaring high above her head
She smelled the smoke of beechwood ash, as she slowed and tiptoed to Granny’s door
And tapped with a knock like butterfly kisses, and entered upon hearing what her Granny had said.

Her Hood slid back, and her raven hair gleamed, her Granny snuggled under the bedspread blue
The lass placed her basket on the table and eased over to Granny, her arms open wide
Her Gran silent and still, the girl leaned over, about to stroke her loved one true
And when the scruff of grey fur peeked out from the covers, the child leaped over to one side.

The deep gruff voice, and the teeth so long, and the breath so foul, and the growl
The now-wise lass, her arms and legs akimbo, her eyes steeled for combat and pain
She snicked out her blade from under the Hood, and sliced and diced the lupine creature’s jowl
The blood sprayed like summer showers, and then the wolf lay still, to move never again.

Soon she had found and untied Granny from under the bed, and made two cups of camomile tea
Then, nibbling poppy seed muffins and ginger biscuits sweet, as the stench began to flee 
Hands washed clean, the sweet young soul apologised for her lateness, after she had deep buried the gory Cur
 “My Sensei wanted to see me after Karate class, and he does SO make my small heart Stir. “

Copyright © Stuart Ackerman | Year Posted 2015



Details | Free verse |

Hairspray

We arrived, it was 7 a.m. 
Then I was just a small girl
I still don't know why it made her angry 
I will never know why 
She bashed my head into the sink
After undoing my braids 

My head was flooded into icy cold water
My body heated up with hatred and fear
The visuals of her yanking and scrubbing 
Remembering that nobody stood up for me

My cousins and sister
They watched tv in the other room
I was stripped naked, she was screaming
I was thrown into the shower

Still nobody stood up for me
And I always wondered 
Why my mom put it in my hair, did she forget 
How much my grandma hated hair spray? 

Late that night 
I should never have told my mother
From then on 
Every day I was only fed 
Chocolate donuts or fruit cocktail
My stomach still churns at the sight of either

Never will know why she did those things to me
She didn't do them to anyone else
I resented all of the the days that 
I was stuck with nowhere else to go
My mother couldn't afford a babysitter
And off I would go, sent to her regardless 

The irony is, I still wear hairspray
I love it, and not just because she hated it
I understand now
What I couldn't comprehend then 

Hairspray doesn't destruct 
Or tear people apart 
It is made to keep something in place
Unlike her it offers stability

I may never 
Eat certain foods again
And I may still cringe at times 
When I see a certain knob on a sink
But when I feel like it, I do have
One thing I do that makes me smile

I will stand infront of a mirror
Braiding my long tresses 
I smile and spray 
Hairspray 







Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2016