The Porch

On
the porch
reclining on the green swing
listening to my grandma
sitting in her rocking chair
hands always moving, working,
peeling apples, stringing beans, telling tales

Of
eloping with my grandpa
leaving her brother Thomas and her mama to milk the cows
feeling guilty still after all these years
always talking about her baby boy, my daddy,
making mischief with green persimmons and firecrackers.