three poems

Lawyer
my father
wearing a suit of
grease

sitting

cross legged
in the bonnet
of his car

patiently polishing
the space where
the engine should be

Dementia

my grandfather
in his chair

resting his eyes

surrounded by family

even though

there's no one there

Reprise

my sister

singing in the

bathroom

greeting the morning

with music full of

words; joy

ful of sorrow