Death
Grandma is dozing in her hospice bed.
It looks like a painful sleep.
Her lips are turned down.
Grandpa is in a chair on the other side of the room.
He repeatedly says, “Wake up, Junie!”
Dad wants to let her sleep.
Grandpa continues his wake up call.
We can hardly hear her,
but it sounds like, “Shut up.”
Grandpa turns his attention to the news.
27 dead in a Texan church.
He cries as my dad and I leave.