Grandmothers sunset

w.n.

She says,

You know I'll be there when the timing is right.

So i wait in the sunroom,

Her grandmother has the stained forest green cushions

on the wicker basket chairs

In my grandmothers sunroom,

She had spray bottles my brother and i would fill

with water in the summers 

And run from each others mistful smiles

She comes back in with a pink

and white ceramic bowl of plums and says

Let’s just wait for it to rain.

So we do.

My grandmother has these stone lions painted

white at the front of the walkway to her house

There are small pebbles securing the bases of them

My brother and i would pick them up to

feed the lions.

Her grandmother gave me some coins so

I could take her to the carnival

She said 

These are from my piggy bank i had as

a little girl. 

Tell her you found them in the rocks

at the stream,

So you can take her there and start a savings fund-

Together.

I have never been cut

by a blade of grass.

It’s not all dark now, is it.

She looks back at me

In what’s now a rain room

And says

Now, let’s go dance.

Her grandmother left us two oak leaf green towels 

and we got on our bikes

That evening,

I watched the amber glow on her face

The damp strands of blonde, now dirty blonde hair

Wavy like rose vines in front of her eyes

Her nose like a tiny bunch of lavender

And her skin is the sun of Apollo.

The bones in my fingers told me to touch her face,

But i couldn't dare smudge the paint.

So i drift my eyes along the seventy seven degree air,

To look at what her eyes are about to kiss.

It is the sunset

As we sit at the top of the ferris wheel.

My grandmother’s name is Rose,

and she has never liked it.

She always asks me

How’s the girlfriend?

Every time I’ve anticipated a new answer.

I pray she sees me love this girl to the stars.