I sat beside my grandfather
On his deathbed
His mind wild
Hands lose
Stitching a bag
Yoking the horse and cart
Going to the bog
Calling the neighbours
Giving a day at the hay
On a football field
Asking for a pas
Stillness followed
A long silence
Then the conversation with my grandmother
Past years before
Of routine matters
Making the reunion
Getting ready to go to her.
