Walking Home
On the gravel and grass at the edge of the country road, she's walking home. She has on her dark blue dress with the little white polka dots. Her ample behind shifts left and right to a determined beat. A light-gray hat sits atop her steel-gray hair. A pearl-gray hatpin shows itself firmly set. Her suitcase is brown with two tan stripes. She swings it with a hell-bent rhythm. * * * She's walking to her old house, but they'll catch up to her. They'll find her and take her back before she finds out (again) that it burned down. They say Grandma is crazy, that she's not all there anymore. She probably isn't. Part of her is likely where she's trying to go. She's walking Home. Harry W. Yeatts Jr. |