beans

snap
snap,
snap beans,
bowl rings as they fall,
her fingers fly
so much faster than mine
Granny snapped
how many millions of beans?
Supper tonight,
and jars on the shelf,
full of green summer flavor
to last through the winter’s dark.
snap,
snap,
memory–
of summer evenings
as a child,
snapping beans
with Granny in the front yard.
I wish i could see her again,
snapping beans,
see if my fingers
are finally
as fast as hers…
snap!

b.

7/2005

 

One of my dad’s favorite poems I wrote, every time I snap green beans, I think of Granny.

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