Premonitions ✨

My grandmother sits on the front porch, rocking slowly,

her eyes flickering up to the ceiling,

~a dusty haint blue.

Her hands are knotted yet smooth,

her fingers twist around her cigarette,

She inhales, closes her eyes, and hums

Hey sugar ~ her voice is low and soft,

Will you go ahead and pick that up for me?

I look around, pick what up?

She smiles and gestures broadly into the house,

Just as the phone begins to ring,

A loud, almost comical clanging.

I rush to answer and when I return I look into her eyes,

warm and wrinkled and ask ask as I always do

How did you know it was going to ring?

A joyous laugh erupts from her, a caroling of bells

Soon, sugar, soon

You’ll know all sorts of things too.