Betty Gap Ridge

Betty Gap Ridge
Is where my grandparents still live,
But saying "Grandma" and "Grandpa" isn't allowed
I learn as Mamaw holds back the briars
And tells me those words make her feel old.
With each burst of blackberry juice on my tongue
I squelch the internalized "Granny"
From each of my classmates' lips.

We used to hunt for blackberries along the tractor road
Out in the heat, in the hay,
And six years old, I had a shirt full of them
When I saw a worm in one
That made me drop them all,
Which I will never again
Let happen.

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