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A Poem by Marian Elizabeth

My grandmother.

She doesn’t frown anymore when I drink.

I’ll be visiting

Asking for a sip of crème de la vie

Like everyone else.

She'll hand it to me, safe,

Confident, even proud.

I’ve got a house.

I clean.

I cook.

I keep my husband’s socks in place.

I feed.

I protect.

I nourish.

In her heart

I’ve earned that drink.

© 2018 Marian Elizabeth


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Aye well
If your husband never has cold feet, you defo deserve a drink
Read a few of your untitled writes today ie the white cat.
Enjoy your delivery an message
Will be reading more from you
Interesting

Posted 2 Years Ago


Marian Elizabeth

2 Years Ago

Thank you for the review!
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Acceptance, not in words but more in the lack of them. Enjoyed reading this. Your style is different, different good, to most others here.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Marian Elizabeth

5 Years Ago

Thank you.

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Added on June 30, 2018
Last Updated on June 30, 2018
Tags: sadness, drunk poetry, grandma, hispanic

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Marian Elizabeth
Marian Elizabeth

Miami, FL



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I am a literature teacher and a writer. I write both prose and poetry, and I work with the themes of anorexia, feminism, nature, the vulnerability of beauty, depression, magic, melancholy, and Bohemia.. more..

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