Sherry Beasley
Grandfather
We sit on the wooden bench
and listen to the sound of dishes far off
being prepared for supper, the red geraniums
blooming their hearts out
In stone pots someone moved to the steps,
the great gnarled root of his hand
resting in my hand
an hour or so before dark.
Bio
I live near the Blue Ridge Mountains in southwest Virginia with three rescued dogs and many, many poems. My work has appeared in literary journals and anthologies such as Southern Poetry Review, 3Elements Review, Pembroke Magazine, and South Florida Poetry Review, among others.