The Stairs

Twenty feet from the stairs Of that home down the street Cared for by unawares, Sat Grandma with her cane Gripped tightly like the hands Of children she once raised. Looking out the window Many mornings and nights She would suffer this slight, When on Sundays we’d pass, Offering but a glance Never a frown nor smile; Her momentary chance At some companionship. Observing the others Who never stopped to chat Bent on speed and the self Bypassing tender touch, With much wisdom to share From the old world within Sitting by the front stairs Was grandma with her cane. A scream failed to stop short My tears that one morning, For Grandma no longer Was alone with her cane For her soul had gone on, To embrace him once again.

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