Doctor Grandma

I can see how my father,

On the night he died,

Walked the floors,

Waiting for it to subside,

This uneasiness,

This indigestion,

This aging body that won’t let you sleep,

I feel it now as I tell myself

Never to eat before going to bed,

As I turn once again

To the lone cricket sadly singing outside my window,

And tell him

It’s a cool Fall night,

To hush and go to sleep.

cfblack 9/20/2020

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