I was surprised
\nwhen Grandma lost her senses.
\nIt was not like sleeping,
\nor forgetting a name.
\nShe was bewildered,
\nin a wilderness.
\nHer voice pitched high
\nlike a child.
\nPeople seemed not to notice.
\nThey agreed to nothing at all,
\nrefusing to acknowledge her confusion,
\nand then,
\nI too shared her terror.<\/p>\n
She could not trust them anymore.
\nThey implied
\nthe nightmare did not exist,
\nand I said,
\ninside my silence,
\nGrandma, I am afraid.
\nGrandma,
\nyou are going crazy.
\nGrandma,
\nI love you,
\nand I am dying,
\nseeing you die.<\/p>\n
And thank God she died.
\nShe went senseless and quivering,
\nlike a little bird growing numb.
\nThe cold entering its feathers
\nand silver oblivion
\nobscuring the brightness
\nof its pupils.
\nI decided then not to die,
\nnot to go crazy,
\nor enter a door
\nwhen the end appeared,
\nbut simply sleep without violence,
\nrefusing to wake,
\nand turn on the darkness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was surprised when Grandma lost her senses. It was not like sleeping, or forgetting a name. She was bewildered, in a wilderness. Her voice…<\/p>\n