' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Looking For Granny(For Scarlett) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I looked
in the kitchen

the place where
she could have been

was empty
of her

as if something
had cut around her

and left a nothing
instead.

I stared at the empty air.

I looked
in the bedroom

the same thing
but more so

no her
just the empty

place she
should have been.

The room looked
like a photograph

with her
cut out of it.

A Granny shaped hole
leading into a nothingness.

I looked
in the living room


even more of
the same thing

just the nothing of her
instead of the something of her.

Suddenly I
found her voice

lost amongst flowers
& butterflies

singing to the seeds

sprinkling them
with laughter & water.

Only that was years ago
before she died.