Sliver of a Moment

She was a white lady
with white hair
and a nubby pink
bath robe.
Her carport door stood open,
so I could see a sliver
of her kitchen
in the early morning light.
A table, a chair,
one wall with a cross,
and I wanted to stop my car
to go inside.
For a sliver of a moment,
I ached for her to be
my grandmother
and for that house to be
my home away from home.
My one glimpse of kitchen light
felt like
a safe haven,
and you would not believe
the pain it took
to drive away.
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