Each Line a Story

Centerpiece at an empty table

Of fruit that never grows old

Bruised apple

Wooden bananas 

Counterfeit grapes.

Reminiscing the days,

of Grandmas many meals, 

When house was full of laughter, tears, and 


Each table scratch and grain a story,

Engraved in my mind

Like words in a book 

Like wrinkles in her skin 

Only few knew how to read

The language of each memory 

Fading into 

what they left behind.

-By Kat Keen  

Art by Kat Keen

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