mammy
my mother knit a blanket for me. well, not knit, but you know,
she used one of those tools, the ones that make it easy for you.
it reminds me of my grandmother and when she used to knit them;
blankets, for me and my parents, except she really knew how to do it.
she made bigger and more intricate afghan blankets.
i wish my mother could do that, because i want a ton of them.
they aren’t even warm or soft. at least most of them from my memory.
but maybe i want them for the sake of what i recall from being a little boy.
and i wonder if my poor country bred grandmother realizes,
that the word is potentially rooted from the afghanistan region.
and more so, my conservative mother; if she knows.
cause she’s always got something to say about being conservative,
and me being so god damned bleeding heart liberal.
