A very different grandmother from me

In this loving, quirky tribute, my favorite line is “she believed in heaven / as I beleive in wing nuts.”

An incidental report on my grandmother’s divinity

My grandmother had fourteen children,
56 grandchildren, 57 great and one
great-great and a packet
of coffee in her coffin and a love

for the church that anyway had the roof
tarred on the day of her funeral.
She was 87 and weighed
82 pounds and one of her children

asked where the will was and another
did the stations of the cross
for the first time in 32
years, a journey familiar as breath. Continue reading “A very different grandmother from me”