Poems for a Needy Soul
Nanna by Tony DeLorger (9/08/06)
Nanna sits upon the chair, her mass edging the sides,
Like a plump juicy muffin.
Her smile is jolly, and she jiggles when she laughs.
She smells of stale talc, with a touch of perspiration,
And she squeezes me half to death when I arrive.
Her kitchen is ordered and imbued with the scent
Of a thousand baked dinners.
Pot tea brews by the stove, and rich deep yellow cheddar,
Sits upon buttered Saos’ with peppered and salted,
Homegrown slices of tomato.
She talks of the past and Pop, alive and near in her memory.
But her loneliness is evident, even when we are all there.
When we leave, she gives me a hug and squeezes my hand,
A shiny twenty-cent piece stealthily given.
And a wink from her pale blue eye,
Signals the end of our afternoon, at least until next Sunday.
I miss Nanna.
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