THE ONE AND ONLY Gwendolyn Jeannette
They tell me you are being kept comfortable with morphine to slow your heart rate
along with medication to control the fever sustained while you have been in the hospital
The sepsis in your poor corroded legs has subsided though the crystals remain
So weird those legs those crystals driving you mad
One of your claims to fame
They say you are unaware of what is around you
Nor do you recognize your son who must wear a mask and gown and gloves and cap
Only one visitor at a time they say
Not the likes of me
I would kill you were I to visit
I have a cold and my shingles have flared up
I cannot force my way into the locked down medical center to see you
to call you back whence you are going
but I need you to know I wish you would not go
I wish that we would have more lunches and cookies and coffee together
That we could sit another hour winding bandages and folding towels and laughing with your nurses
That you could sit on your front porch advising me which of your magnificent rose bushes needs pruning
That finally your sweet kitty Patches would deign to sit on my lap rather than hide under your chair until I leave
That I could again cook spaghetti or grilled cheese sandwiches or anything just for you
You are not gone yet so hear me when I say please do not go
Allow me to raise yet another wine glass filled with cherry juice chilled as you like it
to tell you I love you dear wonderful incredible amazingly “charming” woman
I truly do
and God only knows how I shall and already do miss you
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You died Saturday evening, March 21, 2020. Your darling granddaughter’s twenty first birthday. You would have made the party, had you been there, eh?
How you will be missed, Jeannette.
Peace be with you as you journey on.
I hope Heaven is ready. You SHALL be shaking things up, not doubt!