[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.