Grandma's Tin Cans
As lamplight flicks on the side table
Grandma tends a pan of lukewarm water,
And moves into the room toward the bed
Wishing my fever would cool down sooner .
Her hand clutches old tin cans, quite dented
And pours out ginger oil, raspberry in a bowl
With vaporous mix of weed as fire reddens...
The brew, the potion simmers on a tray
While she chants chants this ailment out the door.
How the frames open wide to drink the evening
Of mystic Moon.... Grandma's power dressed in light:
Fingers that once were silky and young
Brush my forehead, as though to soothe the quiver.
Until sips of this ancient elixir clear the air
While she murmurs thanks...embers ablaze.
Gradually, I find deep relief from such alchemy;
Wise woman's gift, healing cans from her secret bin.
Contest of john lawless : Dented Cans
1/9/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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