Once there was a summer…when I tried my best to be what my grandmother needed. As a friend told me the year before, there may not be such a thing as doing this well. We just do what we can.
She gazed out the window
With her tired old eyes
Unsure whether age
Had made her more wise.
“It was more pleasant,
When we were young,”
She said, trying to ease
Her weary head.
“Dad and Mommy
Loved each other so
How in the world
Was I to know,
Not everybody
Lived the way they did.”
She paused a moment–
So thin and frail
She who used to be
So hearty and hail.
“I swore I’d be married
Come hell or high water,
And I had both–
Yes, I had both.”
She fell silent
For a minute or two
I just waited,
Knowing not what to do.
She turned her head;
“No matter what happens, I’m
Very glad we’ve had this time.”
I hid my tears;
For we both knew.
It was the last summer,
For us two.
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