An iron and my grandmother
The iron made me feel
as if I were traveling across
motorways of rememberings,
it´s all revival.
My grandmother taught me
the science of ironing
while I experienced there
the art of listening.
I don´t use this gadget
since she does it.
However, I pull away
all what she irons
inside the wardrobe drawers.
by Maricel
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