Corn

These two pictures were taken in 1980. I was three and my great grandmother, Mary Grishkewich, was ninety.

Poetry is a place, for me, that connects what is possible with what is impossible. Take my great-grandmother as an example. I spent limited time with her when I was very young, and even though I cannot remember everything about the time we spent together, I do remember some of it.

When I think of her, I think of her teeth (which were missing) and I think of corn, which grew abundantly in the summer months in St. Catharines, Ontario. I think of the time when she took her full set of dentures from her mouth and held them out to me, smiling, throwing her head back with laughter.

I wish I could spend time with her now, as an adult, and though I can’t, I can write about spending time with her, and suddenly, the impossible is possible.

Here is my poem, “Corn,” as published yesterday in issue fifteen, a food themed issue, of The Museum of Americana, A Literary Review. 

https://themuseumofamericana.net/current-issue/corn-poetry-by-alexandra-umlas/

 

 

 

 

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