|Served With a Wisp of Vodka
Author: Amaterasu Kinesi PM
This is something I wrote after meeting my grandmother for the first time in my life. The woman is a character, she is. Hope you'll enjoy.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 142 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 02-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2995905
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Served With a Wisp of Vodka
She appears, the known stranger.
She saunters in with a swagger in her stagger
Her voice rumbles in a mighty thunder of laughter,
the smoky and velvety tune, like a man's whisper.
She looks at me, reflected within are her many miseries,
which I counter with small pleasantries.
Meanwhile, she hides behind the smoke of her burning cylinder,
wheezing and coughing, everything's messier.
She drinks her coffee sweet, with a wisp of Vodka
A small puff at dawn sets her nerves to rest,
and by sunset she's already forgotten her direst.
She likes well-seasoned food, too, with a wisp of Vodka
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and everything in between,
so long as it helps vent her growing spleen,
should be served with a wisp of Vodka.
Otherwise, you're not so wise.