i remember my grandma's breasts

big, floppy

held in close by vast swatches of bleached elastic

and i remember her belly

round, 

constantly in motion

from rest to playful laughter

to pensiveness 

as she decided what to take out of the cold room next

i remember her watchful eyes

as she placed her arms in her lap

in between her breasts and her belly

a safe, quiet place

to nurture the goddess within