A Swede One Night

Grandma
met a Swede one night,

and indeed as the saying goes,
one thing leads to another,
which was my father,

one of twelve children from many
one thing leads to another,

but as Dad always said,
the past is best left

where you leave it –
Every family has two sides.

Written for Poetic Bloomings Memoir Project, Prompt 75
http://poeticbloomings.com

Author: Misky

‘Misky’ lives in the UK surrounded by flowers, freshly baked bread, and always keeps dog biscuits in her pocket for her blind Springer Spaniel. She never buys clothing without pockets. Her work is widely published.

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