Waiting Waiting
Cornsilk hair
in curly clumps
planted on her head
Pale peach sheet of skin
delicately draped
across her face in
banners of long life
Slowly rocking
playing at solitaire
endless boredom
Waiting, waiting
Staring at nothing
eyes reflecting frazzled
fields of distorted
thoughts
Longing for flowers
Thorns from the past
Waiting in a room
reeking of urine
Cushioned in a pink
velvet chair
Pampered and pretty
In a blue silk blouse
Diamonds adorning
boney wasted fingers
Childlike delight
ravenously eating cupcakes
and gazing at wallpaper
at pictures
pondering my face
puzzled
I try to fill the silence
In uncomfort
Guiltily
watching her gasp
in the throes
of body health
and brain death
Desperately seeking my Gram
Hearing her dainty voice
through this sweet deflated woman
DNA strands twining
our essence
Her empty eyes
peeking from a beloved familiar face
She wants something...
She forgot.
I kiss her on the head
gently in leaving
Closing the door
on her cozy
skeletal grin
As she picks up
her aloneness
and hugs it
to her breast
Waiting, waiting
