A Gril Named Emma
I love her chatter,
how she smells like
pure white soap.
Love the way her
shiny bracelets chime
like bells, and
how she sweeps the room
with her smile.
We’re on the porch, playing Go Fish.
She always has an ace up her sleeve.
for Quadrille #77 including the word “ace”
It's Still Life 
3 responses to “Quadrille #77”
Sweet memories of Emma!
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Love how you describe her – specially the chiming of bells and smile.
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This is so vivid, Misk. I can see her, smell her, hear those bracelets.
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