by Michael Estabrook
Today after spending the morning
walking around the zoo
with our granddaughter
I needed a nap when we got back to Daveâ€™s.
But this time I didnâ€™t reflect back
on my Dad like I usually do when I take naps.
(When he was dying of stomach cancer
frequently heâ€™d take naps
in the afternoon so to this day
I associate afternoon naps with my fatherâ€™s death.)
Instead, today my fatherâ€™s brother popped
into my mind: when he got older
his bum knee began acting up too often
and he couldnâ€™t stand it anymore
so one evening he drank half a bottle of Scotch,
took the end of his shotgun barrel
in his mouth and blew his blood and brains
all over Aunt Kayâ€™s nice new
I need to stop taking naps in the afternoon.