Grandma Goes Away

Grandma Goes Away

Her unexpected death

came at an inconvenient time

and all you could think about

was the large order she had placed

for the school fundraiser.


The order form

was pressed to the refrigerator

with a single magnet,

and you stood in front of it,

nearly as blank—

its lack of animation

parallel to yours.


If it wasn’t due on Monday

you might have cried a little.

You may have even wept.




DeMaris Gaunt




Published by demarisgaunt

I currently live in Greenwood, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio.  My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life.  My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine. Cheers! ~DeMaris

2 thoughts on “Grandma Goes Away

  1. This brought to mind Iris Dement’s song, “No Time to Cry,” with these opening lyrics:

    My father died a year ago today
    The rooster started crowing when they carried Dad away
    There beside my mother, in the living room, I stood
    With my brothers and my sisters, knowing Dad was gone for good
    Well, I stayed at home just long enough
    To lay him in the ground and then I
    Caught a plane to do a show up north in Detroit town
    Because I’m older now and I’ve got no time to cry


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