Grandson remembers

After she was gone
we didn’t joke any more
about how she talked too loud
without her hearing aid on.
We stopped laughing
about the words that she used to get wrong,
or how
she used to sleep with the radio on
so loud
that sometimes she didn’t hear a knock
on the door
or the phone ringing out
seventeen times
beside her bed;
like it did
on the warm Sunday night
when she died
and I broke in,
to find her sleeping beside
her glass of gin.

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