Grandma’s leg
John Clare Stokes
I don’t know why mamma would do it
But she would send me to spend the night
at Mrs Porters by the river
And she had an older son named Tommy
and he’d like to scare me
especially by showing me grandma’s wooden
leg in the corner closet
and he’d tell me how grandma would come
in the late night in search of
her wooden leg
And the cold wind would moan through the
Cracks in the floor
And the closet door would creak
And grandma would look at me and
With a finger at her mouth tell me
Shhhhiiishhh now.
Don’t tell Tommy.
