Poetry

I am The Grape Picker’s Daughter

Poetic memoir

Watercolor image of a young girl in a grape field.
Rose CG

Daddy lost his job, and we lost our home. We pack our belongings into our station wagon in the back alley. In the night’s quiet, we move across town into Grandma’s small back bedroom. It’s the summer my daddy lost the tip of his finger working at the old brickyard that is near the spooky graveyards.

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Rose C. G. is a poet, artist, indie author, and teacher. Work is © Rose CG 2022. (My posts may contain affiliate links, I may earn a commission.)