My grandmother.
Her braided hair wound around
her head twice. Her blue eyes
smiled when her lips did.
She sang delightfully–
like the voice of a robin in April.
Her hands were warm and strong.
They made awesome chocolaty
sweets! She gave me hugs–
whether I wanted them or not.
Her dog, Bulger, toothless and cranky,
was a bulldog. The highest breed.

Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

10 comments on “Blueblood

  1. I wish I could figure out how to get my reply to connect with the right person who commented.


  2. Take all the hugs you can get…a perfect Grandmother!


  3. Dorothy Johnson says:

    My best friend’s granny wore her hair in braids wound around the top of her head. i remember seeing it down one day. it reached to her waist. I had never seen grey hair that long before!


  4. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚


  5. spunkonastick says:

    Hugs whether I wanted them or not – LOL!


  6. shrinksarentcheap says:

    if only someone will write this about me one day.


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