Showing posts with label my grandfather's ghost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my grandfather's ghost. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

TWO INCIDENTS



I wake up and my grandfather's ghost
Sleeps in the chair beside my bed
When he wakes he will halfway open his eyes
And pretend he is not lost, not angry.

My mother, at 11, felt studying Deanna Durbin
Might teach her to be charming.
This would likely come in handy
If the Prince of Wales came to Patchogue.
(And if he doesn't come? asks Essie.
I'll still be charming, my mother says.)