When she would talk about her mother, <br />it was as though there were another person in the room <br /> <br />She could see her mother in her mind; <br />It was as if my grandmother was dancing across the kitchen floor <br /> <br />It was as if she were talking about an imaginary person <br />who was not in the room <br /> <br />Her mother was in her mind <br /> <br />My mother was standing on the kitchen floor, cleaning a glass, and thinking of my grandmother <br /> <br />I could see it through the silence<br /><br />Samuel Stuart Pennell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-grandmother-5/
