A day like any other Early spring day. After a few days of

Unseasonal snow, today The sun took off its winter Mittens, the blue sky is

Dreamy when I look up Standing under magnolia Branches heavy with blossoms.

Everything is as it should be, The flickering breeze, nodding Daffodils, children walking

Puppies, derrieres of ladies Bent over in their gardens. Yet this morning, grandmother –

I played in her yard once, Trampled her marigolds and Swung from her guava trees,

Turned up, hundred and one Years old, hair all gone, skull Shrunk to the dimensions of

A womb, her gravelling voice Yelling at me in mock anger and Summoning me from my game.

So on this day like any other, I am counting the years since She has been gone.