Grandpa At Rest : A Pantoum by Paula Miller

Grandpa At Rest – Paula Miller, Poetry Class Spring 2012

The casket lies open, the body at rest
Waxy lips, painted brows, cheeks molded stiff
Grandpa’s asleep, his soul gone to heaven
Suited up for a meeting with angels

Waxy lips, painted brows, cheeks molded stiff
No snickers, no mints, no peanut brittle
Suited up for a meeting with angels
Nothing to offer to sweeten his path

No snickers, no mints, no peanut brittle
Grandpa looks sad without eyes all a twinkle
Nothing to offer to sweeten his path
Cheeks all molded, no sign of a wrinkle

Grandpa looks sad without eyes all a twinkle
Grandpa’s asleep, his soul gone to heaven
Nothing to offer to sweeten his path
The casket lies open, the body at rest

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