TreatmentA Poem by MARZChildhood memories.Grandma calls them treatments. Her friend/boss/doctor/provider comes with a black little briefcase.
"Grandma, are you making apply pie today? Or the cinammon toast with butter? Grandma, will you give custody to my mom today?"
Then she manages to stutter -
"Grandma's getting a treatment today. She'll sleep the whole night through. When grandma's friend comes over today don't forget to tell him a joke - he likes to talk to you."
Grandma promises to bake apple pie tomorrow. She explains that old people have aches and pains - that's why she must moan so loud when she's getting a treatment.
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