The Widows Peek (In Memory of Dora Rosen)

Strands of silver, tinsel fine, Thin, flyaway, Winged, widow’s peak Widows’ weep Bubba, Grandma, alone. Up the dark tenement stairs Cross tiny, tile squared floors To the always open door… Bubba, Grandma. Aged, ageless, wiry, warm, Open arms welcomed long tooth-grin Gretel’s Grandma welcomes in. Bubba, Ma. Steel- spined, crow-eyed, soft skinned, Gathered in, captured, With the chicken bone. The scent of ancient tomes, Mothballed down comforters, Brisket, kugel-noodle soup, The feasts of Kings, David and Solomon Bubba, Grandma, Home?