Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #479 Words: deny, stretch, dry, triumph, wilt, endure, crack, trim, laugh, grand, singular, foil Rebecca's grandmother was a singular woman– trim rather than heavy like women who baked and cooked in her neighborhood. She was good at denying something she'd done, without cracking a smile. If a grandchild's plans were foiled, leaving them to mope around like a wilted flower, Rebecca's grandmother triumphed by employing her dry sense of humor to get them laughing. Kids came 'round to watch her stretch dough to near transparency from end to end of an enormous oval table. Rebecca's grandmother was a singular woman, whose exploits and tales endure to this day. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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Sara, I enjoyed this poem. I can visualize the story you are telling, and the ending is great.
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Thanks, Mike!
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