Grandma

She is oak old
in her place
of time
remembering to forget
she has a struggle
climbing days
a step up the ladder
to the sky
perhaps its only a patch
tapestry on her heart
meaning to look heavenly

Could be its a reason
If she had her wits
a posse, how poetic
she might call out his name
"Henry, Henry," she'd say
"Meet me in the forest."
All her magical words
in the waiting
while the dreams
of her dance with him
stay bittersweet forever