By Donna S. LaFollette
The fluttering leaves of the diary,
Yellowed and gray,
Opened for me a window
On Grandma’s life
When white hair was earthy brown
With shimmering waves.
Her blue dress flowed long
Over Pinched waist and full hips.
In April long ago, this young girl
Lifted her soft skirts
To dash out to a shy, brown-suited man
Waiting in a squeaky, bouncy buggy
Dappled horses snorted at restrained love,
Oh, not so long ago.