Raspberry Picking
In Response to Galway Kinnell’s Blackberry Eating
I, a girl
Three feet tall
Standing in the weeds
And the weathered hands
Handed the young girl a bucket.
The ripest berries fall almost
Unbidden to my tongue,
I think, as the pail gets
More and more empty.
Blue overalls
And little sneakers
reached up to grab more berries.
My grandma raised me
To the top.
The lush stalks
And the thorns
Made me whimper.
The old woman
Hugged her granddaughter close.
Thus I,
A girl
Three feet tall
Stood in the weeds
Memorizing the taste of
Raspberries.
A Poem I wrote in a college writing class so between 2015 and 2016.
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