My Grandmother

My grandmother only
tells one story now.
I went to elementary school
with Walt Disney.

Inside her head,
lives someone grousing,
(I'm not sure who,)
What's your claim
to fame?

But I know
Moon cookies,
Applesauce,
Elby,
John,
Michael, Margaret, Angela,
Taylor and Kelsey.

Every morning,
the spider glides from spoke to spoke
repairing its web.

In the evening,
the birds fly back and forth
offering communion
to their young.

Our lives affect
so little.
Our lives affect
so much.

I rock my grandmother
in my arms like a baby.
As she goes to sleep
I reassure,
Grandmother, Walt Disney went to elementary school
with you.

_______________________
By John Michael Chapman
Read at Edna Mae Chapman's funeral. I'm sorry I never truly appreciated those words you wrote until today. It seems so long ago. I hope I am less blind to the world and more mature to God's love. I love you, precious brother.