THE EFFORT – a poem about grandmothers and pie
carriejonesbooks THE EFFORT by Carrie Jones My grandmothers—all dead— Wander through my head in couplets Though I need to make a pie today, For dinner, and it just feels like so…
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Before she died, I heard my Nana Morse say to my sister, “Well, you know Carrie has always been a little… different.” My sister nodded pretty emphatically in agreement. “She’s…