Tag: bobe
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A Little Letter to Grandma
Miryem (Miriam) Ulinover When to my little town I made my wayfor the very last stayyou, my grandmama, showed mesomething quite assuredly… You placed into a bundle,packed up, well-secured –ten needles, a scissor, a thimble,seven spools of thread. “My darling girl”, you softly say,while stroking my face,“Remember, as soon as holes appear,remove the dress and…
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The Red Dress
When dear summer makes its appearance, / dresses lighten, bright and pleasant; / I’m the sole one, an exception, / sheathing myself in a bold red garment.