I often wonder
if grandma is in heaven
But then again I am Buddhist
There is no heaven or soul
That is for everybody but grandma
She has a soul, she has to
Her wide Italian smile and hot temper
keep her alive
in my memory
I remember when I was five
waking and hearing her talk to god about me.
They thought I was lost,
I had fallen asleep on the side of the bed
between the sheets and covers
Asking "why you talking to God grandma?"
my innocent question melting her anger.
The look on her face
the swift movement
of her large body engulfing me in her arms
as I quizzed her,
is still fresh in my mind.

06/28/2003

Posted on 06/28/2003
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