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December 2, 2020
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By Juliana Krilich
when it’s cold outside, I got the month of may
the temptations sang that early June morning.
a purple durag draped over her head
a little me sitting atop her knee
my girl, my girl, my girl
my grandma would serenade me as she drove the tractor around the yard, fresh grass lingered
through my nose.
green pears draped from the tree
little me would always snatch one as the tractor rode underneath
I guess you’d say, what can make me feel this way?
when our work was done, we danced to the rhythm of the setting sun
a close bond to be created and never undone
My girl, my girl, my girl
starting to fade from the radio
a memory archived in the books
a dance to dance even 14 years later.
dedicated to my loving gamma ❤️