Granpa’s Girl

Granpa’s Girl        June 2011

Bubbles of air rose up to my mouth.

Swelling and mucus filled the space used for breath.

Dreams woke up to glued passage for air.

She came in during the night answering

The call button placed by my side.

Referring to a computer screen  menu

Prescribed for me,

She would  slowly  push liquids  into my vein.

Her  fingers coaxed chyle through thin plastic tubing,

Adjusted a machine measuring oxygen in my blood.

Her story revealed itself in pieces.

“Granpa didn’t like tattoos”

” My mother had me when she was sixteen”

“Lilies were in my wedding bouquet.”

“Walking around the corner I saw my father. I looked just like him.”

I wanted to make a photograph of her soft young wrists

Turned over, showing me her bracelets of tattoos,

White, tinged with blue hydrangeas, pink rose buds,

Pink and white lilies being the background

For my portrait of Granpa’s girl.

One thought on “Granpa’s Girl

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s