by Basia Fisher ‘18 Gram-Gram the Kitty Is a realistic looking Stuffed brown cat Which wears a blue bow Kitty is named after Gram-Gram Gram-Gram was my Great Grandmother Gram-Gram the kitty Lives on a shelf Next to an African doll Very few memories left Of Gram-Gram are My internal storage box But I do recall looking At the Kitty, sometimes Playing with her When I visited Gram-Gram At the Wardwell in Saco Kitty is just an artifact Who watches me each day As I write or make art Without me knowing Her owner rarely touches her I never think about Kitty That doesn’t mean I don’t Care about Gram-Gram the Kitty She has been in my ownership For almost ten years Real cats are senior citizens When they’re aged ten My Gram-Gram the Kitty Doesn’t need nine lives She will be stuck with me Watching me be creative Could Gram-Gram’s soul Be within my Kitty? Has Gram-Gram read Those unfinished fanfics The WIP short stories Or my current novel? Can Gram-Gram see My homemade cards, The paintings I’ve painted Or my digital abstracts? If Gram-Gram really had Been living inside my Kitty Since Two Thousand Eight That would make Kitty Much more than an artifact Within Kitty, Gram-Gram Secretly and silently had Spied on her Great-Granddaughter As she went through Her “Great Depression” During the SMS era Gram-Gram watched me Sail through teenagedhood At Thornton Academy She’ll experience my graduation When June finally arrives A few years later… I can see Gram-Gram smile When I publish my novel Indeed, Kitty definitely Isn’t only an immortal artifact She’s a subconscious Reminder that Gram-Gram’s Soul still breathes within Kitty as her abiotic shell Sitting on my shelf Peeping at me as I Slowly type and type My manuscript or Peacefully draw and draw Pieces of artwork
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