| Grandmother |
Grandmother, when you died
I was only eight, nearing nine,
When, with a veiled vengeance,
You stole away from me.
I saw you, your forehead still unwrinkled
And your mouth that same
Oblique line of untruth and solitude,
You quit speaking to me even before then.
I watched faces as strange as nights breath
March past you and past that hill of green where
My uncle whispered to me like a thief
In the backseat, that you were forever lost to me.
Today I remembered to forget your name,
But I did not forget the robbery of death,
How that fear haunts me, how I miss you like
that pearled comb used to long for your black hair.
The thought of death and loss and grief, again
It took my breath and the sunflowers in my kitchen
Were the only thing that lowered me into linoleum,
Lolling me off to dreams of baby cheeks and single file.
Appearing in Deeper Than Pink, Copyright © of Stacy Lynn Mar 2009
I was only eight, nearing nine,
When, with a veiled vengeance,
You stole away from me.
I saw you, your forehead still unwrinkled
And your mouth that same
Oblique line of untruth and solitude,
You quit speaking to me even before then.
I watched faces as strange as nights breath
March past you and past that hill of green where
My uncle whispered to me like a thief
In the backseat, that you were forever lost to me.
Today I remembered to forget your name,
But I did not forget the robbery of death,
How that fear haunts me, how I miss you like
that pearled comb used to long for your black hair.
The thought of death and loss and grief, again
It took my breath and the sunflowers in my kitchen
Were the only thing that lowered me into linoleum,
Lolling me off to dreams of baby cheeks and single file.
Appearing in Deeper Than Pink, Copyright © of Stacy Lynn Mar 2009
| ~A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough. She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl.~ Anne Sexton |
| Stacy Lynn Mar |