The Room With the Big Cushy Armchairs

A poem I wrote for my best friend after her grandmother died.

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock

The old grandfather clock 

ticks into silence.

We all sit in the living room

in the big cushy armchairs 

which should comfort her

but they don't.

We've just come back

from the hospital

where her grandmother

has just passed away.

Now her grandmother's house is

empty

silent

and rather dusty too.

She gets up from my embrace

and leans 

into her mother's

arms.

Her mother wraps her

arms around my friend's

stiff body. 

Her mother tells us a story

of when she was a kid

and makes us laugh

until we cry.

My friend picks up her grandmother's picture

and puts it by her heart.

And she remembers sitting

in that one room

with the big cushy 

armchairs.

Where she met her nana

for the first

and last

times.

Reviews

[jsanders2016]

good job could use some work