Poems About Family Love
3 poemsHer Hands Knew Everything
My grandmother's hands were a map of everywhere she'd been.
by Claire Abernathy
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The Meals That Made Us
My grandmother's kitchen smelled like a country that no longer exists.
by Rafael Cruz
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Sunday Dinner
Nobody sits where they're supposed to.
by Tomás Salazar
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