My grandma is a woman I never
paid much thought to until
Grandpa passed away and she
was left alone with his dog.

Their marriage always seemed
so unloving and empty, and
she only saw him but once a
day when he was in hospital.

But now that Grandpa passed away,
I wonder if she only saw him once
because she didn’t want to see him
as a skeleton and unremembering.

Now that Grandpa has been buried,
she is lonely and talks on the phone
with me longer than she did before,
and I hate to hang up on her.  

Now that it’s been a year since
Grandpa died, January 25th,
I bought her flowers after
she visited his grave and was sad.

Now Valentine’s Day has struck,
and I did not to call her and
remind her of her solitude, but
now I refuse to leave her alone.

On President’s Day, a day with
absolutely no meaning to us,
I will take her out to lunch and
refuse to leave her alone again.