Poem: Your grandma’s love poems

Alberta Wilson
1 min readAug 29, 2021


i remember the happy days

i was a square

not yet hipped to the unreal

faraway place

the high

not yet acquainted with

violent peace

counterfeit serenity

it happened

i slowcooked the inevitable

praying one shot

wd not

ally me forever

to this unknown enemy

i shot the lovedope

into my heart

no vein cd be trusted

to receive so bold an injection

like they say

one shot is all u need

whatever u may have been


to the mere shadow of a thought

u have a habit

love is a habit

a habit to be kept up

it must be kept up

i try to change

i have a habit

i try to change

To wean my heart from