it's in there somewhere,
the bronze bracelet from Senegal
that I saw my grandmother slip in
while I was watching.
I love Mimi for hiding balls underneath
big Aluminum cups and letting me find them.
she gave me my own harmonica and sometimes
a sound comes out of it.
My Mimi loves me, I can tell, because
she kisses my head and holds me tight
when we go down the impossibly
steep stairs, I hear her feet shuffle
so carefully, stepping down one foot
at a time, grasping the banister
so very tight.
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