Dead Winter
trees outside
heavily laden with ice—
night rain continues
a plump woman
shivering, teeth chattering—
near the fireplace
the door opens
and gusts of cold air burst in—
the nursing home
my grandmother
lying in bed starving—
no food allowed
I watch helplessly
while her bony hands squeezed mine—
ninety-eight years old
after nine days
I hear Grandma’s last gurgle—
crying and one kiss
© December 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Dead Winter
Sponsored by: Sidney ~ LeeAnn
FORM: Haiku Series
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011
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