Babushka
“When you’ve walked from Orlovka to Vodstroy,
barefoot in the heart of winter,
nothing can shake you.”
Or so I imagine her saying,
this stocky old woman, headscarved and serene,
waiting at the bus stop with her grandson
and reducing all things to size
by her wrinkled, unflinching gaze.
Posted at 10:09 am in Poetry
3 Comments So Far
2. Clint Williams wrote:
Yep, that’s the very lady, and that’s where she lives. She’s my stout little slavic muse I tell ya.
3. Anne Denniston wrote:
I know what you mean. Every time I see that family, and especially her, I wonder what life is like in that house and what goes through their minds, being in such a “modern” neighborhood!
1. Anne Denniston wrote:
Reading this makes me think of that family on the corner with the grape vine growing in their front yard. The one with their house for sale? Yeah