she sure is livelymy grandma who lives up high
on timbertop ranch
she is up by 4
greets the sun and the birds
with a lonely smile
she still speaks in "we"
knowing that he's gone but still
imagines he's there
she knows every bird
that graces her window pane
they are her t.v.
when asked if it rained
she can tell you exactly
a tenth of an inch
she keeps a photo
album nearby to paste in
obituaries
i often wonder
what i will do without her
i just close my eyes
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