They often perplexed me as a child.
You spoke barely detectable words.
My ears feasted upon their marrow.
You served many delectable words.
I internalized each syllable.
You taught purely respectable words.
Granny, Thanks for the compendium.
You gave highly collectable words.
by Karen Sullivan
Form: Ghazal
I love the rhythm and form of this poem and the carefully crafted second line of each couplet – lovely!