A Southern Grandmother Alone
Don’t people just forget you!
Did I ever forget anyone in my
entire life? No, Sir; I did not!
And wasn’t I the good shepherd
to everyone I met, never letting
new church folk get away
without a call.
I bent myself in half for you people,
spreading gentleness with smiles
and hellos, committees and all those
Bible study classes.
Wasn’t I always the good Christian!
But now when you’re old,
no one remembers you.
It’s like I’m disappearing one day
at a time.
Someday I’ll press this button
and no one will come.
I could be bleeding like a stuck hog
and not a soul would care.
Why doesn’t the Lord take me?
God knows I’m ready.
Honorable Mention Mill Prize for Poetry 10/18
Published in ArtAscent 1/19
Published in Millwork 4/19