Poem: Ruby

The ride home was long

Or so it seemed.

The call was unbelievable

But it was real

And it was no dream.

Unlike her body the air was cold.

I didn't touch her

I didn't look at her.

I said nothing.

I just sat there.

Just a mere foot from her body.

With only a board partitian separating us

And said nothing.

I remembered the day she had a stroke

Some years ago

When I was 6

After that she refused to walk or couldn't walk again.

I felt like that little girl again

Afraid to go and peep in the bedroom

Afraid that whatever was under that sheet

Would jump out at me and say "Boo"

Afraid that that memory of white and a distorted figure

Would stick with me through life

And haunt me constantly.

I knew myself.

I couldnt look at her face.

Not then

Not even at the funeral

I couldn't look at my dear Grandmother's face

Under that sheet or in that

Brown box when I know she's in heaven

Or right there looking down at us.

After an hour

She slowly went under

Whole 6ft

And dirt covered that brown box.

And I cried when no one else did

I cried because she's gone and she's not coming back

They didn't because she was 95

I know that she saw me

And she knows how much I miss her

And how much I hated to see them throw dirt on her

And take her to this deep dark hole

To Rest In Peace.
I never told her good bye

Because she'll never be truly gone.

In loving memory of my dear Granny Ruby. We miss you but we know that you're in a safer place.