Coffee-Cream Grandma

 

Her face: the color of coffee after cream,

A dream.

She’s an old half n’ half

With white streak of hair,

But gone when I got there.

A sunny day, by the way, and 

I walked in   through the black, metal gate.

Seen on the floor- envelopes.

Scrawled ancient writing, letters,

Money and old heavy coins-

Scattered on the steps, on the floor,

By the door.

My coffee-cream Grandma was gone.

But it was a dream...

She looked like no grandma I’d

Ever seen.

One more scene:

She is slowly walking down

The street dressed in everything.

After waking from this dream,

In my mind’s eye,

I see my coffee-grandma leaving me

To die; making it seems she was finally

Going to live out some of her dreams.

I see her going on a train somewhere

Faraway, looking away from everything.

And my heart still flutters, and I feel an ache

Somewhere still not affected here

In the Real.

Author's Note

Inspired by a dream