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It would be Gibson’s
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2014
I cleared the millions of cookies and muffins and chocolate covered cashews my mother baked for your army of friends off your smoking chair in the corner
And asked your brother for a dram of Whiskey
Its not that I want to avoid you
Or numb the absence of you from the chair
Its not that I can’t handle the way her face lights up when she talks about the dress you bought her for the wedding
Or the sorrow in her eyes when she talks about walking your daughter down the isle
It’s just that I wanted to be close to you
The way I never was when you were alive
So Rabbit!
so beautiful & delicate, yet so many places that can rip open a vein ;-) I've not had Gibson's. Jamison's is easier to find here ;-) great poem Dear!
:)
thanks dear, his last name was Gibson, so it just stung a little when his brother grabbed the bittle and it said Gibson's...
Much Love
Ashley
Damn!
That just added further layers when I read this! And now, somehow, I'm reminded of my grandmother, a proper Southern Lady in the best sense of the term, how dearly I miss her & how much I owe her. This gets better every time I read it. Funny thing about poems with depth, if you only skip a rock across the surface, you don't realize the depth, and until you actually dive in, you don't realize where the currents flow and how far they might take you ;-)
:)
you always make my day dear, thank you for your loving words, I am glad the depth of this was not lost, it was a pretty deep feeling :) sometime you must tell me more about your grandmother...
Much Love
Ashley