Mary Emerson Gerard


There is a sound
that grandmothers make
that is full of memories.

I heard it on the bus today
returning from Sapporo Station.

I think grandmothers use it everywhere
whenever a grandchild begs for something
he or she knows a parent would not agree to.
It is three bell-like sounds
in descending order,

About gwpj

Originally from Seattle, I now live in Sapporo, Japan, where I write, explore this city, read widely, and ask questions about things that i see as important. I'm also an author, with three novels published ("The Old Man and The Monkey", "Grandfather and The Raven", and "Bear: a story about a boy and his unusual dog"). For more information about my writing, drop by my website, at
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