Shopping

Shopping
For Grandma

To pass the time of mourning, I went shopping for three days.
Grandad often said you were particular on

Just the right thing to wear. Before you went out
You would check the whole family, the colour

Of socks, the tie, the shirt, and if you were happy, then
Only then, they could go. And so, as I entered the doors

To every shop, I was offered item after item, each coming with
Advice similar to yours. Yet perhaps it was also the distraction

Of distracting myself from grief that was behind why I was there.
I didn't feel like calling anyone or seeing anybody.

By myself, I was, surrounded by clothes, trying
On different shirts, shoes, polos, shorts

And buying the odd thing that stayed with me,
Was pleasing to the eye. Perhaps it was that, then, the shirt,

The shoe, 'pleasing to the eye', unlike what I had just seen
That was helping me to overcome my grief.