Paying no
attention to Death
or any such
niceities
I enter
the photograph
clamber up
upon her lap
cling to her
apron
of stars &
flowers
curl up
in her lap
& go to sleep
just as I did
when I was six
I tell her
as I have always
told her:
'I love you
Granny! '
'Shhhh! ' she sighs 'Shhhh! '
and strokes my sleeping hair.
Death furious
at this breaking of
protocol.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/protocol-for-lyn/
