Looking for some fine tuning... and anything else you see... Thanks, Dewell.
GRANDMA CAN’T GET THE HANG OF IT
Grandma’s dead, no doubt of that, dead, fine‘,
kaput. Why can’t she get the hang of it and
go dancing, flying around with her dead friends?
She grumbles from the back seat because she
can’t call shotgun any more. I sneaked in late
last night, shoes in hand, and there she stood
in the hallway beside our grandfather clock.
My kid reached for another jelly doughnut, POW!
He swears someone slapped his hand. At my
two-martini lunch… OUCH, elbow in the ribs.
I slapped the snooze button three times Saturday
morning before I smelled granny’s purple perfume.
There she is… like liquid in my shaving mirror…
counting my gray hairs, patting my sagging jowls.
I think she checks my shorts for racing stripes.
Granny’s “Little Spoofy” still chews on
her house shoes and puddles on paper. We’re
taking great care of him just like she would.
She needs to go try on some wings, get a halo,
find a long white gown, enjoy the spirit world.
Just let us be human. Our memory of her is enough.
GRANDMA CAN’T GET THE HANG OF IT
Grandma’s dead, no doubt of that, dead, fine‘,
kaput. Why can’t she get the hang of it and
go dancing, flying around with her dead friends?
She grumbles from the back seat because she
can’t call shotgun any more. I sneaked in late
last night, shoes in hand, and there she stood
in the hallway beside our grandfather clock.
My kid reached for another jelly doughnut, POW!
He swears someone slapped his hand. At my
two-martini lunch… OUCH, elbow in the ribs.
I slapped the snooze button three times Saturday
morning before I smelled granny’s purple perfume.
There she is… like liquid in my shaving mirror…
counting my gray hairs, patting my sagging jowls.
I think she checks my shorts for racing stripes.
Granny’s “Little Spoofy” still chews on
her house shoes and puddles on paper. We’re
taking great care of him just like she would.
She needs to go try on some wings, get a halo,
find a long white gown, enjoy the spirit world.
Just let us be human. Our memory of her is enough.