Huy Trần

A Poem for my Deceased Grandma

You would have love the autumn sky that wakes us up

You would have hate the lies we told very much

And now you’re hung in a frame we could touch

The picture captured your luscious hair

The way you were told to sit and stare

I wish I could’ve ask you questions

I wish I could’ve ask you how to be

Would have asked you to write it down for me

Wish they kept every grocery store receipt

Because every scrap of you would be taken from me...

Reflection