six/two/two thousand and two

Poetry
Elizabeth Aiossa


Grandma Lou woke up
dressed in Sunday’s
walked the long hall
to chapel
shared a forty-
five minute smile
rose to compliment
the homily
rewound down the hall
for brunch
ate the best muffin
she ever had
as quoted by the chef
asked for a hand
to lead her
full circle to bed
where she reclined
sighed three times
and passed her
life away

I hope that dignity
is hereditary

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Elizabeth Aiossa is a legal secretary by day and an MFA student by night. She recently published two poems in Moon Journal. Elizabeth can be reached at Lizird1[at]hotmail.com.

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