Gently
chiding, loving,
troubled,
quick to take offense:
my
German grandma’s letters
build
an intricate defense --
a
shadowed stance --
covertly
hurt persistence --
as
if in face of a bewildered
loneliness
in her existence.
It’s
just a glimpse. I don’t know
more
than I had known before
about
my own penumbral
family lore.
.
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