In my grandmother’s room
I only learned late
was from turpentine and linseed oil
but the flowers
she crafted on platters and bowl
I see how
she’s painted each plate to a garden
with different flowers and bugs,
each one is unique,
and I look at the years
she has scribbled on the back of the plates.
1939 — before they fled from Norway to Sweden…
1960 — before I was born my parents were married…
with years in between.
My grandmother lived with
but I wonder how many dinners been served
on her lifetime of fragrance.
Lillian asks us to walk around our house and find something on the wall to write poetry on at dVerse today