one in the drawer
I hope grandpa’s not drinking
grandma died
5th of June
two years back
midnight blue uniform
and a gold badge
black shoes
shined to a mirror
big gun on his belt
curtains wave
in the drafty old house
he gets up
worn slippers
and an old robe
turns up the heat
tops off his coffee
with Irish Whiskey
sits back in his chair
runs his hand
over
his unshaven face
turns on the TV
drinks from his mug
