For Nana

Never wrote anything for you
while you were alive.
Never could find
words, to fill a page
the way your laugh
did a room.

How you would
talk about how things
would have been better
if my grandfather was
still around.
I’ll tell everyone
the same about you.

Uh it’s been a while. I wasn’t writing like I used to for a long time. Bits of things would come up from time to time but nothing substantial would come of it. Recently the block feels lifted though and I’m quite productive again. This one has been sitting for long time, I wrote it a couple months after my grandmother passed away. Every pass at it feels like this is complete but there could be more. I haven’t been able to do anything else to it that makes it feel more complete than it is.