Dreadful Tuesday

Up by six we had to be as there were 8 of us,

Parents off to work and 6 kids to ride the bus,

To me, it started off like any other day,

On the bus I got, and headed on my way.

A little after 8, sick to my stomach I got,

The nurse had me lie down, on a little cot.

My Uncle Chuck came in, and startled me awake,

Not for me, but my Cousin Roger he did take.

Mrs. Woodworth told me that everything's okay,

So I just kept on going, on my merry way.

Mischievous I was, and sometimes I would roam,

Going off somewhere, instead of going home.

I went bowling because I knew my Sisters were there,

I took off and bowled, walked home and didn't care.

When I turned the corner, and saw my parent's car,

I knew I had to Pray, to the brightest Star!

Dad took me to my room, and set me on the bed.

Grabbed me by the shoulders, and really shook my head.

I told him untruths and he knew that I had lied,

Just then he told me that my Grandmother had died!

I remember to this day, the supper I was fed.

I didn't want to eat, all I wanted was my bed.

It was chipped beef gravy on toast, with some little peas,

I didn't have an appetite, and it didn't really appease.

I look back and sadly, I had to ask "Which one?"

And not to my surprise, fallen tears had all begun.

I didn't want my Grandma dead, I wish instead was me,

Not my Grandma Emma, but precious Grandma Dessie!

You have read her name, in poems I wrote before,

It still hurts so deep inside, right down to the core!