The Last Words of My English Grandmother
There were some dirty plates
and a glass of milk
beside her on a small table
near the rank, disheveled bed --
Wrinkled and nearly blind
she lay and snored
rousing with anger in her tones
to cry for food,
Gimme something to eat --
They're starving me --
I'm all right -- I won't go
to the hospital. No, no, no
Give me something to eat !
Let me take you
to the hospital, I said
and after you are well
you can do as you please.
She smiled, Yes
you do what you please first
then I can do what I please --
Oh, oh, oh ! she cried
as the ambulance men lifted
her to the stretcher --
Is this what you call
making me comfortable ?
By now her mind was clear --
Oh you think you're smart
you young people,
she said, but I'll tell you
you don't know anything.
Then we started.
On the way
we passed a long row
of elms. She looked at them
awhile out of
the ambulance window and said,
What are all those
fuzzy looking things out there ?
Trees ? Well, I'm tired
of them and rolled her head away.