Visiting Day

Shot in the Head A Sister’s Memoir, A Brother’s Struggle is published by Bridgeross Communications (Marvin Ross) and is available on Amazon, etc and in various e-book versions

word from the trenches

Paul says Grandma died in his arms.

He felt her spirit leave as he carried her up the stairs.

The girls were wailing where she had collapsed,

Mother was calling for an ambulance.

Dad hovered on a lower step,

waving his hands like a symphony conductor.

“Gently now, she’s not a sack of potatoes!”

But Paul says Grandma was already gone.

“I know because her spirit spoke

to me as it slipped by.”

He confided this news to me

twenty-five years after the fact,

in the visitors’ lounge of Rockland Psychiatric Hospital

just moments after demonstrating

(palms pressed against his brow,

eyes and mouth a Halloween grimace)

how a famous neurosurgeon had squeezed

little, tiny, baby Paul right out of the top of his head.

“You won’t have to worry about

that brat anymore!” he promised.

“What did Grandma say?” I asked.

And he just looked at me

with those…

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