Grandmother stood at the stove stirring two boiling pots of fruit preserves with a large wooden spoon. She smiled at the countryside some light trickled through the window, adding a glow to her gently graying hair. Adding to the flow of the freckles on her hands. On her hands. Lined up in five neat rows, a multitude of canning jars. Mother rustled in the closet hall searching for the paper towels to clean off the boiling red of raspberries stuck to grandma’s head. Adding a glow to her gently graying hair. Adding to the flow of red streaming down her arms. Down her arms. What we thought was red, turned out to be blood and berries mixed. And she collapsed on to, on to the floor.
[00:34.79]Grandmother stood at the stove [00:43.12]stirring two boiling pots of fruit preserves [00:59.59]with a large wooden spoon. [01:07.96]She smiled at the countryside [01:16.19]some light trickled through the window, [01:24.84]adding a glow [01:32.75]to her gently graying hair. [01:41.82]Adding to the flow [01:50.04]of the freckles on her hands. [01:59.50]On her hands. [02:18.19]Lined up in five neat rows, [02:26.95]a multitude of canning jars. [02:34.52]Mother rustled in the closet hall [02:42.94]searching for the paper towels [02:51.21]to clean off the boiling red [02:59.54]of raspberries stuck to grandma’s head. [03:08.49]Adding a glow [03:16.65]to her gently graying hair. [03:25.06]Adding to the flow [03:34.55]of red streaming down her arms. [03:42.77]Down her arms. [04:17.54]What we thought was red, [04:26.37]turned out to be [04:33.73]blood and berries mixed. [04:42.70]And she collapsed on to, [04:49.67]on to [04:53.43]the floor.
