Elegy for Anne Aurora Chernis Who knew that one tiny purple grape Had so much trouble within its sweet skin? I sure didn’t. You were at the market, The deli counter to be precise, Waiting for those white paper parcels Of meat. My mom was in the seat of The shopping cart, Little enough to fit, But witty enough to know That when you suddenly became parallel With the linoleum floor, Something was very wrong. “Mom!” My mom cried out, “Grandma’s taking a nap!” My grandma, your daughter-in-law, Knew something was amiss. After all, napping in a grocery store? Highly unlikely.
The men behind the deli counter rushed over Dramatically tearing off their Uniforms to create a sort of Pillow for you.
72
