Nana died while I was tripping
By Kelly-Lee Hickey
Published 1 January 2021
She died alone in a wheelchair.
She was smoking herself to death.
In a world of few choices
She took one.
You had to respect her for that.
She never really liked my dizziness.
You could see still silent contempt
In her eyes.
As I tripped over my words
Lived adjectives and verbs
She had never recited in her life.
She lived slowly Dull demountable days.
Where the smell of death had moved in.
Her clothes didn't fit her
Her thoughts didn't match.
In the end she outgrew her skin