December 27, 1998

My Grandmother Lies

Aged, abrupt, and inflexible,
My grandmother in her wisdom called it.
A change to Christmas, pick a name
One name, one gift, no more.
One year later, and see what's changed.
One rule, broken by the author.
Wise, stern, and pessimistic,
My grandmother shows her love again
In the only way she knows how
And we all get new pairs of sweatpants
And I get pockets in mine.