Granddaughter Sitting Beside A Sick Grandmother

wearing a short hair
a smile
her hands clasped
she sits beside her
sick grandmother

the faint light
by the window
enters gently
filtered by the
thin silky drape

the grandmother
is dying and her
daughter has an
axe to grind

she comes as
an offering
a link between
two worlds
long separated
by indifference.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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