Mud Puddle Grandma

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a poem about a homeless grandma

Submitted: April 30, 2014

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walking in the rain

grandma found the puddles

wearing old tennis shoes

from a thrift shop

she used to read the Bible

but found a bottle instead

taking away the ache inside her head

wrinkled hands holding the cart

full of trinkets and soda bottles

the smell of old tuna fish

sandwiches

as her cat looks from the cart

her marriage ring was lost

never found another soul mate

hearing voices in the shadows

and stopped taking ugly looking pills

from rich psychiatrists

she knows of a bank

that holds her riches

but cannot grasp the location

grandma left the nursing home

when they accused her of being sick

and the cab took her downtown

where she feeds the pigeons

wearing an old cloth apron

from a restaurant she once held dear

her wine glasses have the name

of a famous chop house

where she danced all night

and did the Charleston

hearing the trumpets and singing

from a blues generation

but she now walks in puddles

trying to figure out the meaning of life

she believes she was a school teacher once

a fairy tale of some sort

graduated with honors

and wanting to be a doctor

but life got in the way

mud puddles made her stray

falling down and falling down

just counting the taxi cabs

and airplanes

wanting to go somewhere else

and she stepped into the sunshine

and did the Boogie-Woogie

danced in front of policemen

danced in front of children

in an old rummage sale dress

she did the Charleston

and sipped the wine

as her cat gave a grin

looking up she said,

"Grandma just sinned"

and fell into a mud puddle


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