“Idlewild House Winter” Kristin Cleage computer graphic

The winter I babysat my granddaughter, I

carried her to the basement

and sat her in the box of paper

while I threw logs into the furnace.

I can see her in the firelight, the wood

stacked, the ancient furnace, the cobwebs.

The baby, now grown remembers

none of this.

Which of my grandmother’s

memories have I forgotten.


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