There isn’t much more than pairs of dry elbows which rest on this table
They are white and grey and cracked
No, I am not talking about Gabbie’s hands
I am talking about the elbows
Gabbie is my Grandma
She refuses to be called Grandma
So she asked my mom to have her grandchildren refer to her as Gabbie
Even though her real name is Eleanor
As if it was a Sunday morning,
Grandpa set a plate of scrambled eggs onto the table
Where Gabbie and the rest of us sit
He doesn’t mind being called Grandpa
The bookshelves behind this table are full of Gabbie and Grandpa’s collection of literature
From his favorite- Dickens’ Nicholas Nickleby to hers- Gaskells’ North and South
I cannot say that I like eggs,
But they are edible
Home is this apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan
On the corner of 100th and Riverdale- over looking the Hudson
The street is on a hill
Where cars park on a slant- but their tires wont roll back into the river
