campho-phenique
jars of lemon drops
noisy parakeets
a pistol under her
pillow and scads
of daily pills
an outdoor
banana tree in
arkansas
chicken coops
breakfast chef
ran the one cafe
in my hometown
her nickname from
aunt jeanne who
couldn’t say
momma van meter
my great grandmother
had quite the temper
used ‘the dickens’
as an expletive
and could often be
heard promising to
wring the neck of
any sparrow she
caught nabbing
chicken feed
vick vap-o-rub
rex the german
shepherd
a series of
strokes in
the 70s
led to this
mighty
matriarch’s
demise
