View From My Window
Bonnet
I don’t know how many times I’ve lost contact
with my Grandmother Belle, born in 1923. She
loves wearing bonnets, makes her think of those
old school days when she used to chase boys
around the playground-they didn’t wear jeans
back then, they wore britches, I don’t even know
how to pronounce the word!
Grandmother Belle is so old, she was born
even before television was invented,
she remembers the first time her father took
her to buy a black and white set. She thinks
it was Kmart, but she’s not sure. I bet they
had Kmart back then, it’s been around for
so long that she would probably mistake
it for City Hall.
with my Grandmother Belle, born in 1923. She
loves wearing bonnets, makes her think of those
old school days when she used to chase boys
around the playground-they didn’t wear jeans
back then, they wore britches, I don’t even know
how to pronounce the word!
Grandmother Belle is so old, she was born
even before television was invented,
she remembers the first time her father took
her to buy a black and white set. She thinks
it was Kmart, but she’s not sure. I bet they
had Kmart back then, it’s been around for
so long that she would probably mistake
it for City Hall.
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