I napped next to you
when I was young
and again when I was
grown, nestled next
to the withered woman
who once changed
my diapers and
chastized my bad
manners. Your breath
was soft and smooth
then. The years of
smoke had settled
into your cough but
not your dreams,
unlike the mask that
buried your frail face
when I slept next to
you one last time
and held your hand
as you slipped away.
~ to Grandma Bonnie
PAD #13 - remembering an old relationship
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