A Singular Woman

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.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to A Singular Woman

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    Sara, I enjoyed this poem. I can visualize the story you are telling, and the ending is great.


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