Second Time a Charm
second time a charm
and a while between visits —
i was her out-of-towner grand.
sweet Grandma, even
the sound of her lovely voice —
from Northwestern New York.
second time a charm
and much careful was I,
wanting her to hear.
i miss her even in her wheelchair,
though i’m glad she’s out of it
and sitting at Jesus’ feet.
second time a charm,
she asks me again —
did she forget…
i love how’d she’d roll out noodles
and bake poppyseed bread
and Hungarian coffee cake.
second time a charm.
i’m like a surgeon
holding the apparatus tight.
Grandma in her rocking chair,
tissues in her sleeve,
surrounded by ceramic roosters.
second time a charm.
this time i don’t break
Grandma’s hearing aid!
no longer in use when I’d remember
the Grandma i’d nearly forgotten —
the kind and compassionate soul.
second time a charm,
she smiles and hears my voice
and draws me near.
Grandma, widowed with kids still at home
a beautician, a factory worker, a greeter
at McDonalds, costume and all.
second time a charm —
the after life fills her arms
with all the life she lost and had.
Grandma, I cried for you, two hours —
unexpected. and i believe she came to me
as i closed my eyes; opening them i felt her near.
3/10/2020
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