The Legend : Garret Hongo
Carrying a wrinkled
shopping bag
she looked so frail.
Cotton ball hair, shaky lipstick stains.
She smelled like moth balls and peppermints.
Always handing out hard candy from
the recesses of a
gold, glittering purse.
We never knew she had been sick,
it was so we wouldn’t worry.
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