One night my grandma came back to life
One night grandma came back to life
and grandpa, too.
Their now-emptied house was once again filled
with relatives, life, memories,
the dark wood paneling!
the secret door in the brick wall!
leading me to that chest of old
children’s books and stuffed animals from forty years ago.
The next night we sat together,
grandma and grandpa and I.
I could not help but ask
what it was like to be dead.
They looked at me with confusion,
and at that moment my love for them was so tender.
The next night grandpa died again,
and grandma’s friend, too.
I watched her sit alone
In the middle of a room.
The next night I went back to the house,
but they weren’t there.
The bearded man asked me to get off his property.
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