Years later, my grandfather
reached into his pocket for a handkerchief
and extracted my grandmother like a molar from the grave
There’s no exception to the strangeness
in some families, mine no exclusion
Now my grandfather’s bed is a barge
that moves from dream to dream
He’s unlikely to rise for prayers
His oldest daughter continues to carry a milk jar
filled with cream for him to sip
and the crow that was a harbinger of night
lies buried in a shoe Grandfather
will never again wear
lives with her husband and their Samoyed on six acres in a forest of oaks and
ponderosa pines in Lassen County, California, where they enjoy the solitude and
beauty. Soon after moving to Lassen County, Dianna founded The Thompson Peak
Writers’ Workshop, which has been going for twenty-six years. As she says,
“The work by others inspires me to be my very best writer.”
For more information, see Brief Bio at the
author’s website:
https://diannahenning.com/