Short Poem to Read

The Turk

My grandmother, sitting on the couch,

Cross-legged, with little bit of hulch.

The TV is roaming with the soap opera playing,

A girl yelling to the men that has been lying,

It doesn’t bother her or the man on the screen,

My grandmother still sitting on the couch,

Crossed-legged, with little bit of hulch.

My new knitting is in her hands,

Finished with all the detailed with little mesh,

Holding in-front of her, satisfied with the patterns laid behind,

She is sitting on the couch,

Crossed-legged, with little bit of hulch.

Finally her tea become one with the glass,

A little steam sound from the tea pot comes from the house,

The warmth rising to meet her plans,

That is the only time she lift from the couch,

Yet still with a little bit of hulch.