GRANDMA’S NEOPHOBIA

 

she was perfectly okay 

comfortable with the odd arrangements 

things you might call trash 

piled up stuffs you might toss away 

but she was comfortable with them around 

happily caressing them one at a time 

smiling as she dust off dirts from their surfaces 

grandma never cease to amaze me

If you mistaken touch any, she will yell 

screaming hard at you like hell

you get mad and think she’s nut 

you’re wrong, these things can’t be bought 

be careful when you are in her room 

thread with caution when you turn or sway 

never let your body hit any ornament or relics 

they are priceless and are her best friend 

hardly a ray of light penetrates her room

she keeps it low with a little radio blaring subtly 

already wrinkled but agile to the core

a once beautiful dentition now ruined by Mother Nature 

when I grew up I finally understood 

they were what’s left to juggle her memories 

places she had been and people she had met

once upon a time love, death and forgiveness 

she was the calmest of all beings 

she loves me dearly and always wants me around 

I remember whenever she holds any piece

she smiles and says “this was from a party of ‘87”

@talk2leigh

6:29pm

4 Aug 2022