for grandma

i heard your voice this morning

speaking from the foot of the bed

your quilt crawled to the

floor

as i lay down in the

first whisper of dawn.

i heard your voice this morning

the sound of cloth

a casual sound

a sunday morning

preparing to visit your lord

sound

half your life

half my life

half my daughter’s life

we all dream of landscapes

romantic deserts

white sands

connecting us together

a half dozen roses

i play out my life

listening every morning

for your voice

at the foot of the bed.