-GRAMS- (for my gran)

Where did it go?
your perfume and my small face,
that lay burrowed in crevices of wrinkled skin,
on the curve,
where they fold,
just at the nape of your neck,
directly up from your gold star of David.

breathe in Sweet Pea and cinnamon
breathe out comfort,
not reserved for thundery nights only,
where did the time go?
November seems a long time ago.

Smarties colouring the tips of your fingers
disappeared like Wednesday nights of Sha Na Na
and Sunday's double thick chocolate milkshakes at Café Wein.
large, sagging breasts pushed against me in a hug,
wrapped my world into soft fatty pockets.

I miss maraschino cherries and trifles,
the occasional stale slivered almond,
even your uninspiring bolognaise would be ok
if I could just say hello.
where did you go?

©Vee Feb 2006