if you asked
where she was from
she'd say ramea
at least
if you knew
about newfoundland
she even attached
a small stone
to a wooden relief
of that island
hanging on
her wall
to show you
where ramea
would be
and every time
she came to visit
when I was a kid
she brought me
comic books
from united book store
the flintstones
superman and
the flash
but all that
i would read
would be spiderman
it was
the highlight of
any week
sitting in
her tiny lap
while she read to me
which she stopped
doing when i began
to correct her
too young to know
she didn't have
much schooling
her thick accent
we used to get her
to say cathedral
and fall about
laughing
she didn't mind
to the untrained
eye she looked small
wrinkled
but you did not
want to be on
the other side
of that finger
that jabbed in your ribs
when you were bad
spoiled me
for macaroni and cheese
for my whole life
content to sit
and knit
or crochet
watching her stories
the price is right
all day
her gnarled fingers
wove the most
incredible things
without any effort
at all
it seemed
all the times
she called my brother
sam, not tim
the one time
we sang christmas carols
at the table
she always wished
we had done that
more often
i once bought her
a paddington bear
because of his hat
and a puffin
i dressed
in a mac & sou'wester
when her blood count
was low near the end
she would say
that she lived
two years too long
she didn't like hospitals
the last time
i saw her she said
so you're leaving
like it
was nothing
at all
but the one thing
that I remember
most of all
was that last christmas
i sat and read
her a story about a puffin
the only way
i knew
to make amends
to say i'm sorry
for all those times
that i corrected her
Avery moving piece.
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