5056, Gussie Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-05-03 06:08 AM
—for grandmom
Sometimes, I feel her. She gave me death as a gift. Most would scream
that death ain’t a gift! —I disagree: memories wrapped in her warmth,
soft flower grip folding blankets over sleep. Her tongue brandishing love—
embraces felt like summer, humid on the touch. When I see a child walking
safely in the street, hand inside hand of their grandmother, that is me. I don’t
pretend not to cry. I miss her. Not gone eight months, & the feeling
of when mom told me “son your grandmom died” still dum-solos my
eardrum. I dropped to kitchen floor hands, praying for comfort that she was
mistaken. She wasn’t. I heard a bellow shake pain inside my head. The distress is still what keeps me up at night.
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