Grandma

I have always known
that our relationship
is different than that
she has with her
other daughters
but I’ve never been
able to pinpoint why.

But I was going through
a box of old pictures
and came across one
of her own mother
sitting in our living room,
a foreign arrangment
that I barely recall from
my younger years.

I never met her.
She was gone
almost immediately
after I had come.
Looking down at
that photograph
I think I finally
understand.

When I came in,
she went out.

It would be hard to
look me in the eye, too,
if when you think about
my arrival
you immediately recall
her goodbye.
~5/11/15

Advertisements
Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s