A doily is a grandma thing<\/p>\n
It exists in a house on Linwood Avenue<\/p>\n
in Pittsburgh<\/p>\n
on the back of a parlor chair<\/p>\n
a protective creation upon which to rest a tired head<\/p>\n
But that was sixty years ago<\/p>\n
it exists now in memory<\/p>\n
like the smell of liniment in that house<\/p>\n
a smell found in a grandma’s house of that era<\/p>\n
but I can’t remember the exact smell<\/p>\n
although I know it as liniment<\/p>\n
another word out of fashion<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But the doily was a minor character in the parlor<\/p>\n
Grandma sat in that chair<\/p>\n
while a thin man in a bowtie worked on her feet<\/p>\n
He brought his own tiny stool and tools<\/p>\n
sat low and hunched over before her<\/p>\n
He cut nails and sanded callouses seriously<\/p>\n
head down in concentration<\/p>\n
while grandma smiled and laughed<\/p>\n
I remember her laugh<\/p>\n
and remember thinking<\/p>\n
I don’t want a job like that<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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