A Poem for Grandmother
by A.D. Winans
A swirling mist blows through my ears
filling my head with strange notions
and I remember my childhood
and how the devil demons
used to invade my head chasing
mad dinosaurs through dark alleys
pausing to drink from my thirsty lips
all knowledge passed on down to me
by well meaning parents who insisted
dinosaurs did not exist
Granmother was eaten alive by one
She knew what I meant