MaryAnn

Setting aside her china,

Grandma is preparing the way.

Inside each dish and vase, her memory is housed–

that of which she’s carefully packing away.

Names, faces, places and events–

cross over from this reality,

to whatever is next.

What is left is an empty room,

a vessel without a tenant.

A cardgame being delt, but the dealer’s no longer present.

And those who knew her before?

They are left to wonder,

is she really here anymore?

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