It's Still Life

(Draft: As Yet Untitled)

My grandma lived in a two bedroom
shiplap house that was halfway up
the biggest hill in town.

She sold parakeets and canaries
in the big bedroom. She slept
in a little room off the kitchen.

Grandma had rabbits. Every Sunday
there was one less — cooked them
in a black pot on an iron stove.

There was an old rusty Ford, buried
axel deep, behind the chicken shed.
The goats stood on it.

I could jump on the Ford’s roof as long
as I didn’t scare the goats, and it was ok
to plant dandelions in her veg garden.

My other grandma wore a fur coat.

 
©️ Misky 2019. For PB’s Memoir Chapbook 9 July 2019: Grandparents