23 December 2011

Granny

“Sweet William, will you take me to store?
“Granny, you mean right now?
“I do.
“Well, all right then, let’s get goin’.”
We trundled out to car. I got her nestled into front seat, scooted round, and got in too. Just then, birds made a bombing run on windshield.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. I turned on the wipers and wash; that just made it a washed white smear.
“Good Lord!
“William, they sing for some people.”

1 comment:

  1. This is so lovely! It reminds me of the poem "Birdfoot's Grampa" by Joseph Bruchac. You can find it here: http://owlibrary.wordpress.com/2008/03/28/birdfoots-grampa/ and in other places online.

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