Mornings with Grandma Betty


Grandma sits in the old chair in the living room,

a skeleton draped in worn curtains of flesh.

She has her eyes closed and her head tilted back

with her mouth wide open as if it were screaming

to heaven to let her die.


Every morning she sleeps like this and also

in the afternoon and every night, but this

morning I don’t wake from the loud snores

screaming their way upstairs to my bedroom

right above the old chair.


I wake up at eleven instead of eight and I wonder

if I’ll finally be able to wake up with less worries

now that heaven’s finally heard her snoring

screams drilling their way through this floor into

my bedroom and out of the ceiling.


I touch each step downstairs with both my feet to

buy time for the inevitable sadness that’s going

to drill into my chest and remember to cry when

I dial the ambulance and tell mom grandma’s dead.

“She died during her sleep,” I’ll say.


I stand before her now and she’s just like I imagined,

her eyes closed and her head tilted back and her mouth

open with no prayers for god to hear this time. I flip the

cell phone open and brace my tears to dial the emergencies

but I should make sure first.


I inch so close to her with my nose a hair’s way from

brushing hers and listen for any breaths left praying to die.

Her mouth’s so wide open and I never knew she had a

gold tooth and I wonder how she got it and really wish she

would have told me her adventures.


But it’s too late.


I dial the 9, the 1, I brush the

last 1 and I almost press it but I

have to be sure so I do the last

thing I can which is to

poke her.


Her eyes light up like a dog who smells food

and I think I’ve had a heart attack.

“What happened to ER?” she asks

as I wisk the T.V. Remote into her cold hand

and drill myself back up the stairs to my room.


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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