Lynn Cohen Poems
I Waited For My Granddad
I waited for my granddad to walk home from the bus stop.
It was very dark out, but I had my Girl Scout jackknife in my pocket.
He worked in a machine shop somewhere in South Boston.
His hands were so calloused from checking for stray burrs,
he had no feeling in his fingertips.
And he took my hand and told me how to oil my knife and keep it sharp.
My granddad waited for me to walk out in the garden after doing supper dishes.
The whippoorwills had started and it was getting cool out.
He showed me marigolds planted to keep the bugs away and extra lettuce, for the ...
First You Realize
First you realize
there's no one in bed with you.
no dirty socks on the floor,
and you only have to boil water
for one cup of coffee.
You tell all your girlfriends
you're really happy he's gone.