Leaving Grandma's House

I walked the same path I had always walked,

but the flowers and the bushes were changed

The birds had stopped singing, the woods became dark,

and my memory a tiger untamed

I came to that spot where tomorrow began,

but the gates to its entry were closed

The path veering inward where remembrance escaped

—to wander both free and alone

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: December, 2021)