Thursday, 23 August 2012
Among five daughters,
she was black orchid among roses.
Deep-purple veins on mid-wife's hands, she believed in destiny.
Upon meeting him, wanted to marry him
though he was playful with ladies.
No cussing tongue, wild temper, stopped his wandering eye.
Drama and fireworks were their bed pillows.
When he unexpectedly died, Grandma withered,
Posted for: D'verse Poets Pub: Writing characters
and Flash Fiction Friday - Write a story in 55 words for the the G-man.
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