A surreal wave of consciousness overtakes an otherwise uneventful day
I'm listening to Johnny Cash sing " Ring Of Fire"
Then Willie Nelson sings " Amazing Grace"
I observe before me the old white walls of this place
In front of the rows of flowers there is the casket that cradles my Grandmother
During that time minutes seemed like hours
Sitting in the pew I'm surrounded by her loved ones and the friends of her life
Looking into their eyes and mine
I see that we struggle with what is now
At the same time trying to add this piece of life and death to the collage in our mind
We hang these collages in a gallery in our heads
Crying as we pass by
Pausing between now and then
Arranging then rearranging the order of them
Knowing the red velvet rope means much more than it ever did
I'm remembering sleepovers at her house
In our bedrolls we'd lay around a pretend campfire made of orange and brown blankets
She read " The Mysteries of the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew "
Creaking woke me in the middle of what I thought was night
It was the floor down the hall from my door
Soon coffee filled her cup then my dreams
At first light the day would start
Picking the fig tree at the back porch
Picking green beans out of her garden before they'd scorch
Fishing off the barge all day
We'd take walks talking about things I found along our way
Her dogs would follow us
There was Prissy then Mie Ling then Crissy then Sam
So many dogs I can't remember them all
She loved to paint scenes from Fall
So many paintings I can't remember them all
Thankfully some decorate my halls
The doors of this gallery will never close
As long as I live and breathe
The viewing of these masterpieces will never cease