Two Poems by Elaine Reardon
ELAINE REARDON
When I woke in the morning / and begged for stories, Gram said / don’t talk to much, flies / will get into your mouth. / I still wanted to a story. / She’d say later, after our work // She tied an apron around me, / pulled the stool to the table, / gave me parsley, cracked wheat, / ground lamb, and my own basin / of water to wet my hands
When I woke in the morning / and begged for stories, Gram said / don’t talk to much, flies / will get into your mouth. / I still wanted to a story. / She’d say later, after our work // She tied an apron around me, / pulled the stool to the table, / gave me parsley, cracked wheat, / ground lamb, and my own basin / of water to wet my hands
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