Poems by Granny Nanny Darling (My recently departed grandmother)

TO JACK

Pompously you leave.

Your regal shadow follows.

Regicide.  I stomp.

MEANDERINGS

I would like to be a crocus.

I’d thrust my leaf arms up.

Breaking through the snows of March.

Demure ballerina of springtime in a tutu

                Of finely etched petals.

Small, elegant, much too close to the earth

                To be sniffed

I would not care to be a chrysanthemum…

Flamboyant cheerleader of flowerdom

Show-off petals and sweatsock smell.

Reminds me of a manure pile.

Noone shakes crocuses at football games.

Noone pins them to itchy wool plaid coats.

Crocuses live peacefully.

Kicking away the mulch of autumn I discover

                Their blossom and smile

She had a biting wit and sharp sense of humor that could cut to the bone.  Take this poem she wrote about her ex-husband.