a Christmas with my maternal grandmother
glass of sherry
she toasts
the picture of her husband
wishing him
a merry Christmas
his portrait
decorated
for the holidays
salutes her
back
I pick her up
to take her to
my mothers,
her daughter,
for Christmas eve
she's been ready
from early morning
sitting
in her finest dress
waiting, waiting
dropping
cheroots ashes
down her front
glaucoma on one eye
the other blinded
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I took her home
and up the stairs
she would finish
Christmas eve
with a quiet moment
memories dancing
in vivid lights
the faces that
were gone ...
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