Lis Kalogris 2024
I know she’s coming for me
All white haired and large
With smiles and old lady breath
Saying my name over and over
And walking slightly off kilter
Through the kitchen door.
I’m thinking “oh shit” but
There’s nowhere good to hide
She backs off for a moment
Only to adjust her huge glasses
And then she spies me
Scrambling behind the spice rack.
And using her honesty schtick
She states she too ran away
When she was a little kid
And some ancestor relative
Tried to pinch her cheek
She’s told me this story 150 times.
Then she comes in for a landing
And seals it with a kiss (SWAK)
Thankfully on my forehead (Phew!)
I pray she doesn’t trip and fall on me
And believe me she’s not finished yet
She’ll do it all again before she leaves.
More about my grandmother:
We call her Ghi Ghi.
Never tell Ghi Ghi you don’t know the meaning of a word. She’ll go on forever explaining the word.
Ghi Ghi has gold teeth.
Ghi Ghi curses.
Ghi Ghi once told us she is a crone goddess—more powerful than all the Superheroes put together.
Ghi Ghi usually wears black.
Ghi Ghi says she will stop wearing black when they discover a color darker than black.
PS She’s the best gift giver on planet earth.
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