Paying no
attention to Death
or any such
niceities
I enter
the photograph
clamber up
upon her lap
cling to her
apron
of stars &
flowers
curl up
in her lap
& go to sleep
just as I did
when I was six
I tell her
as I have always
told her:
'I love you
Granny! '
'Shhhh! ' she sighs 'Shhhh! '
and strokes my sleeping hair.
Death furious
at this breaking of
protocol.
OH, DO I EVER HAVE A PHOTOGRAPH TO VISIT, the heck with Mr. Protocol! I know just the lap! LYN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh this is such a sweet and sad poem. Going all the way back to give granny a hug...all the way past Death and the photograph. I like this becasue it just isn't memory but in real time and this is the protocol that is being broken. I really love the breaking back into the photograph and stealing inside and the clambering up on to her lap. So very touching. Dee Dee