She sits by the window in the pale morn alone,
I spy her from my stairwell perch
She and her glass of intoxicating solace
ponder the day as the sun rises to greet her.

She sits in the noontime sun alone,
I pass her,quietly trying to not meet her eyes.
she replies with a few scurrilities of southern
barbs off her tongue thrown my way.
The pain of those words are remembered.

She sits in the evening glow of the sunset,
I gaze into her kitchen, from my stairwell.
From the smell of burnt chicken and peas,
she yells at me to come down and eat.

She sits in the darkened room with only moonglow
and television. A glass of intoxicating solace,
a bottle finished,
a few crass barbs to a granddaughter
that stick to me like thorns for years to come.
Have another drink.

08/12/2001

Posted on 04/25/2003
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