No Tears For Grandma - Poem by Ray Mather
Leaning on a brother
Supported a mother,
Fitfully falling downwards to death,
Dragging their lives
After her own.
There can be no tears for grandma.
She was started on their batteries -
The batteries eventually ran down.
Hollow-eyed, white-faced, wrinkled,
Became a wraith.
When grandma died,
Brother and sisters
Collapsed in a pile
Like some grotesque circus act
Grandma was eighty-three,
My mother looked older.
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