Friday, June 30, 2017

Villanelle

My grandmother was tortured, thus tortured us,
Called mom fat, dumb, said "go see a shrink,"
Though we got used to that. She was a boss,

And no matter your age, or the kids you toss
On the family pyre, you always stood on the brink.
My grandmother was tortured, thus tortured us

Wherever and whenever, without any fuss,
She'd identify her target: we were her playthings!
Though we got used to that, she was a boss

Who loved you one minute only to cuss
In your face until you cried, fleeing the family shindigs.
My grandmother was tortured, thus tortured us.

I guess to make us stronger, more robust
Of spirit, able to take on the world and never shrink!
Though we all got used to that, she was a boss,

And since love in families bears its own cross,
We licked our wounds, and hugged her with a wink.
My grandmother was tortured, thus tortured us.
Though we got used to that. She was a boss.

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