GRANDMOTHER DEAR
By Richard M. Grove
How have you been my grandmother dear?
It was a nice short visit
even though
it penetrated the tranquillity
of solace.
One is not required to visit the past you know
but now that I am here,
how are you my grandmother dear?
I hope that Lawrence Welk and you are fine.
Every Sunday at noon
your stroke of passion
your only delight.
I trust that you are fine my grandmother dear,
in your dark, drape drawn world
with hopes and dreams forgotten.
I can only assume you are fine my grandmother dear
with three bland meals on a tray
served with a smile
day after day.
I trust you are fine my grandmother dear
with your neighbours all gone,
and your relatives in hiding.
Now that you are invisible,
I am sure you are fine my grandmother dear.
