Ethel

Memory loss makes me
Angry at the universe
Double helices of doom
Belied by countless good times
In so many places
Indoor outdoor
Oh the outdoors
Prayed at nature’s
Vast cathedrals
Learned to be adventurous
From wild grandma
Our very own John Muir
Of course I’ll (hopefully)
Never forget the smile
In those eyes
Your epic witch’s cackle
I don’t think you knew
Whose son I was
Near the end
And I’m not sure he’ll know
Whose children mine are
In a couple decades
Can’t worry about that though
When I have your laugh
To hold on to
Like a raft
On your beloved
Lava Falls