THE BEST G-SON

Epiphany: I really would not care if my grandma died

It would hurt my Mom, and –

Perhaps by extension, it would bother me

But I cannot say – least not honestly

That my grandma’s death would be my tragedy

In addition, I declare the same absence for both

They can even die together. Accident. Boat.

I’ll hardly be moved, tears oh-so remote

“I’m sorry Grand Mother. I don’t know why –

I would not care if you died”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A POEM THAT MATCHES A PICTURE

Summoned into a society – randomly

 

Destiny is to never be paid – handsomely

 

Communicating candidly,

 

So frank that they call you Frank

 

Occasionally breaking down – seeking privacy

 

A face and a pillow – sobbing silently

 

Self-pity is refreshing, feeling slightly better

 

Feeling like writing someone you loved a letter…

 

Like an actual letter