Emily Beck

Goodnight Grandma - Poem by Emily Beck

She sat across from me on a scarlet porch.
Her eyes were graying
Afraid to touch her and feel the tired age of her veins.
She spoke with descending decency,
Her facade reminiscent of days I never engaged in.
She complained of her shortening breaths
Puffing away on a dieing ember.
She watched the world around her
From a burn-stained kitchen table.
The TV blaring holes through the windows,
Walls once white, now yellowy mustard.
I heard her laugh sometimes.
She remembered many things.
Now, laying in hospital bed,
Her mind rotting away,
She had said, 'kill me if I lose my mind;
I never want to lose my mind'.

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  • Bronze Star - 2,257 Points Adeline Foster (7/3/2013 12:56:00 PM)

    Ah old age from the view of youth. Read mine - I Cannot Return -
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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013

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