� Elizabeth Larrabee
Papa took me to Boston once.
We went by train.
That's all I can recall of it.
But it was about then,
yes, I was nine or ten,
when Grandpa Larrabee
died in our tenement.
I kissed him as he lay
on his death bed that day.
Home for lunch,
I had gone in to say
"I got A in spelling this morning,
Grandpa".
Stretched out beside his emaciated body,
my scrawny arm
thrown across his chest,
his mustache bristled against my cheek.
Then, my eyes closed tight against
the soft beat of his heart ?
"Are you hungry, Grandpa?"
He squeezed my hand
without opening his eyes.
And was not there
when I ran home after school.
I grieved and I grew.
So will my grandchildren.
� Elizabeth Larrabee
Earliest Recall | Lady Slippers | How Poor Were We? | Free Food
The Smaller The Bigger | Mud Flats | Speaking of Smells | Random Pieces
Growing Up the Hard Way �| No Bogey Man | Green Apples | Poor Buster
Up and Down | True Friends | Moving | Rosie's Hangout | Crystal Ball
You weren't so Hot After All | Haunts | On Acting the Way You Feel | Amen
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