They took us to cemeteries, many times, always in the hot car,
And there were oak trees, hyacinths, women’s hats.
Grandmother spoke words of fright with a Finnish accent.
We learned to sit still,
Letting sadnesses trail from the windows.
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
