Feeling Grandma In October
Autumn magic in the air, leaves flow from the giant oak.
Sheila plunks herself down in a pile of reds and browns.
The sky is turquoise today, the air is nippy.
She wears a red scarf, for it was her grandmother’s.
She is feeling Nana’s presence this morning.
Her hot chocolate is still warm. She takes a sip.
This is nirvana – sitting in a pile of leaves, feeling grandma.
October 11th, her grandmother’s birthdate. She smiles.
I knew you would come, she tells her.
To her right she sees a flicker of a sliver of something.
Her husband comes outside and takes a photo.
When it is developed they see a large golden orb.
Grandma, she tells him. He smiles.
She is always nostalgic in October.
She and her grandmother were so close.
Even closer now, grandma tells him.
But he does not hear.
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