An Alien World Poem by Ian Keenan

An Alien World



Hunched, hesitant,
She peers into an old diary,
Making copious notes.

Plates rattle in the kitchen.

She calls her to sit down,
Coughing,
Perhaps not long.

My tea's grown cold.

She calls again,
And her grandchild
Comes,
Smiling,

Ready to help the old lady
With Windows and an alien
World.

Monday, February 1, 2016
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