My grandmother sits.
She stares out at nothing
the way she did on the day my grandpa died.
She is the widow.
Old.
Watching
the clock.
the bird feeder.
the nothing.
I visit her.
I stare out at nothing
not wanting to sleep in the same bed my grandpa died.
I am the granddaughter.
Young.
Watching
the clock.
the tv.
the nothing.
She makes my bed on the couch by a night light.
I am not afraid of the ghosts.
I am afraid of the silence.
I am afraid of the nothing.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
My grandmother sits.
She stares out at nothing
the way she did on the day my grandpa died.
She is the widow.
Old.
Watching
the clock.
the bird feeder.
the nothing.
I visit her.
I stare out at nothing
not wanting to sleep in the same bed my grandpa died.
I am the granddaughter.
Young.
Watching
the clock.
the tv.
the nothing.
She makes my bed on the couch by a night light.
I am not afraid of the ghosts.
I am afraid of the silence.
I am afraid of the nothing.
