Margaret Elizabeth Wilson (mrd. Kowalk),
my maternal grandmother

The esker touches where
Mom’s mom lost touch
mistook a stranger

for a childhood cousin
and took her last supper
with four generations

Blue ruled her felt jacket
at Assisted Living
nearby the Baptist church

where blue ruled my kindergarten
after Dad’s brother preached
and Mom knelt at the altar

and the principal refused me
entrance in snow pants
covering my blue uniform dress

Outside Mom knelt
to remove one pant leg
at a time

like aides undressing Grandma
as she slipped
into her past

~ Originally published in my collection “Circle…Home” (2011). Shared today in honor of my grandmother’s birthday.  Also see in her memory the poemNot Quite the Fortnight Before Christmas” (2010).

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