collecting my
annual set of fingerprints
emergence of
brown, tattered, simulated warmth
dead bead
eyes sewn tight
with the
remembrance of how I loved her
the intolerable
purple ribbon
opens the tourniquet
bound ‘round my heart
all at once
I have given myself permission to miss her
the Teddy
Bear with her voice box trembling
my name, an
I love you, a Happy Birthday
and transmuted
the fur into flesh has become
taste the chocolate
chip applesauce cake
as the rose
sent of her presence intoxicates
the lull of
quiet, the inanimate item
soberly shoved
back into it’s box
violet ribbon
of remembrance bound tight
and pushed back
into the closet
and I bury
my grandmother all over again
This poem is for day 2 of National Poetry Month... I'm aiming for the 30 in 30. I appreciate your time spent reading these words, inspired by my Grandmother. You know you've loved deeply when an absence is deeply felt. I love you Grandma!
