Catching Grandma

It’s raining old
ladies and sticks
the deejay said
and sure enough
it was. I hope to
catch my grandma
before my cousins
first Cokes at
McDonald’s and
and then we’d borrow
the living room
of her old house
and I’ll be on the couch
with my writing
and she’ll sit buy
the sliding glass door
with her reading
on a steamy summer
afternoon.

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Hey all, here is poem number ten, and I followed the prompt today. You can find more awesome poets at NaPoWriMo