Bags

I remember the days
of you coming home

With bags upon bags
of items lined

In the hallway,
groceries or

Daily necessities
for the week,

And I would help
you bring these bags

To your home, up
three flights of steps,

But it needed
to be done.

Today, while in
my family's home

I answered the door
and saw the bags

Lying on the
foot of the stairs,

My grandmother
coming home with

Her weekly groceries.
It immediately

Threw me back to the days
where I helped you

Bring your bags home.
I swallowed the rising

Lump in my throat,
swallowed back the

Tears that threatened to come,
and went to help

My grandmother,
your mother,

Bring her groceries home;
a simple gesture,

And it needed
to be done.


11/23/2012