Grandmothers<\/p>\n
Grandmothers are special people<\/p>\n
Never knew either grandfathers.<\/p>\n
Soldier.<\/p>\n
Preacher.<\/p>\n
I had one mean grandmother and one nice.<\/p>\n
Tall, slender, deaf and blind<\/p>\n
As a child I took care of the nice one.<\/p>\n
She stayed with us I slept next to the portable urinal<\/p>\n
With the Pine-Sol and stool aroma.<\/p>\n
All slept<\/p>\n
My job was to make sure she didn’t miss or fall<\/p>\n
The smell of piss dried on plastic covered floors and days my feet were splattered.<\/p>\n
So what. I loved Grandmother.<\/p>\n
The mean one, another slap.<\/p>\n
Story.<\/p>\n
I’d tuck her into bed and kiss her forehead and wipe my feet on the sheets<\/p>\n
To see my Grandmother’s breathing rise and fall gave me peace<\/p>\n
Seven.<\/p>\n
And then then my big sister would wet the bed.<\/p>\n
Another day at school smelling like dried piss<\/p>\n
I had no friends<\/p>\n
The kind teacher would wash the odor<\/p>\n
Give me fresh underwear<\/p>\n
The blind sisters<\/p>\n
Piss poor<\/p>\n
but we loved our Grandmother.<\/p>\n
She gently felt our faces and gave tight hugs<\/p>\n
Cleaning my Grandmothers dentures, brushing her hair with a part<\/p>\n
Down the center and two plaits rolled<\/p>\n
In back to the nape of her neck.<\/p>\n
Her bamboo rocking chair was home in the corner.<\/p>\n
I can still hear it creak.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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