"Little Red Riding Hood" by Maleri‘Emily’s Lament’ by E.V. Wyler The Society April 29, 2017 Culture, Poetry 2 Comments A Villanelle My grandma smiled as I walked in the door pretending to overpower her pain because I came … to see her once more. Black-and-blue I.V.-bruised arms, stiff and sore, rose to greet me, and despite the strain, my grandma smiled as I walked in the door. With sorrow swelling inside me, I swore: from weeping my welling eyes must abstain because I came … to see her once more. Courting her courage for our last rapport while aware dwindling worlds would wane, my grandma smiled as I walked in the door. … And then, when she slipped into sleep, I bore the vigil everyone evades in vain because I came … to see her once more. In the refrains of this bittersweet score, I’ve gained the gratitude to explain, “My grandma smiled as I walked in the door because I came … to see her once more.” E. V. “Beth” Wyler grew up in Elmont, NY. At 43, she obtained her associate’s degree from Bergen Community College. She and her husband, Richard, share their empty Fair Lawn, NJ nest with 3 cats and a beta fish. Her oldest daughter is a biomedical engineer and her other two children are SUNY undergraduate students. E. V. Wyler’s poetry has been published in: The Storyteller, Feelings of the Heart, WestWard Quarterly, The Pink Chameleon, Nuthouse Magazine, The Rotary Dial, and on the website Poetry Soup. In addition, 3 accepted poems are pending publication in Vox Poetica. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 2 Responses Joan Carol Fullmore April 29, 2017 So beautiful and inspiring. You are as beautiful a granddaughter as she was a grandmother – for only then could you bring that last smile of joy to her face. Reply Wendy Bourke April 30, 2017 A poignant piece – beautifully rendered – with a lovely cadence. Reply Leave a Reply to Joan Carol Fullmore Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.