Pantoum

Grandmother always made blueberry muffins

           “No body’s a nobody if somebody cares”

she always said

            I stayed in her guest room every Christmas Eve night.

No body’s a nobody if someone cares.

            the man on the bench who admires her from a far

I stayed in her guest room every Christmas Eve night.

            waiting for Mr. Clause to slide down the chimney.

The man on the bench who admires her from a far

            if only she knew, someone thought she was beautiful.

Waiting for Mr. Clause to slide down the chimney

            so he can taste my grandmothers blueberry muffins.

If only she knew, someone thought she was beautiful.

            he loved how her golden, blonde hair looked in the sun.

So he can taste my grandmother’s blueberry muffins.

            I know he likes them

He loved how her golden, blonde hair looked in the sun.

            golden like the pale yellow of the dog I grew up with

I know he likes them

            because every Christmas morning only crumbs lay on the once full plate.

Golden like the pale yellow of the dog I grew up with

            Sawyer was her name, a golden retriever

Because every Christmas morning only crumbs lay on the once full plate.

            grandmother was always famous for her blueberry muffins.

Nobody’s a nobody if someone cares

            if only she knew he thought she was beautiful.

I always watched my grandmother smile while she cooked

            because she knew she was somebody to me.