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Strolling with My Grandmother in the Center of a War | Rebecca Evans | 2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner

She warmed chicken soup all day—

            ready for the hungry, the empty

 

She popped popcorn on movie days for seniors

            saying, I’m more able than them

 

and sent me care packages of beads and bread

            in time of war, conflict, hate

 

She drank her Folgers black but kept a cup

            of sugar on the table for those in need of sweetness

 

and frankly talked about hair loss—near her brows,

            beneath her arms, and yes, her “kittycat” too

 

Walking on base at blackout, her essence persists—

            her orphaned upbringing, her ways of preservation

 

She tells me over and over, Blood is thicker, Family

            is all that matters, and, Call your mother.

 

Rebecca Evans writes the difficult, the heart-full, the guidebooks for survivors. Her poems and essays have appeared in Narratively, The Rumpus, Hypertext Magazine, War, Literature & the Arts, The Limberlost Review, and more. She’s the author of Tangled by Blood and a forthcoming collection, Safe Handling (Moon Tide Press, 2024). She shares space with four Newfoundlands and her sons in a tiny town in Idaho and does her best writing beneath her stairway in a hidden cove. https://rebeccaevanswriter.com/

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