Hey! I’ve realized that You are a Venn diagram, but You would never tell me that.
What is that?
What’s that noise?
But that smell-- it’s “awful good”
I hold tight to her.
How’d we get here?
I hold tighter.
She knew everything. She told me so.
But I can barely open my eyes!
Are they clapping?
This looks like the movies, but Gramma doesn’t bring me to the movies anymore.
What makes them so happy?
I smile too.
Oh! I go.
Where is Gramma?
The curtain was going up for a final curtain call,
Standing eternally still
Her hand is wrapped around my finger, tight
We’re not here for me.
within a moment’s pause, my eyes adjust
The attention of the audience is on her.
“Look!” I want to tell her. I try to laugh
With one motion choreographed
instantly in my head:
I stepped to the side and pushed her
to wave and begin
my heart takes a bow and then she goes
and again I’m still as the curtain goes down in front of me