~FRANNIE LINDSAY~

GRANDMOTHER OF THE GROOM

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She gets to keep the firefly
that rests on the back of her hand,

and the rose that flops from the bow
on her good white blouse,

freshwater pearl hatpin and all.
And if someone would only

write them down
on a napkin, the names of the boys

who kiss her cheek on their way
to the dance floor.

© by Frannie Lindsay