Golden Days of Yore

for grandma.

Twist Roman shades back

Reveal days of youth

before trepidation gave treaty to

Sister Apathy;

Draw up the Shutter latch

Watch the driveway of olden days

(past the intersection of the Golden Days)

from the padded kitchen chair on the

beige stained linoleum stage;

Turn on the Tiffany

Illuminate secrets

of life's mysteries composed from

Circumstance' score;

Unbolt the top lock of the security door

Just in case of emergency or another fall

(not this time for a man, but for God)

and make your way by your slow shuffle walk

down the burnt-orange carpeted hall,

past the fortieth anniversary portrait,

past the towel closet,

past the outdated pictures of your grandkids on the wall;