The Empress of Farewells

By on Oct 28, 2012 in Poetry

Glowing tea cup

My grandmother was the empress of farewells.
She was born in England and had seen the Queen
waving to soldiers being shipped out to sea. Her
mother was a concert violinist with groupies
to whom, I was told, she waved a silk scarf as

she passed them by to get into her carriage
and back to her hotel. Somewhere along the line,
Grandmother learned to make a to-do each time
she said goodbye. Everyone had to be hugged
and walked to the door. When the last of them

was out, she would stand on the porch and watch
as her visitors disappeared down the moss covered
steps that led to the street below. If they turned
for one last glimpse, they would catch her waving
a white handkerchief from an extended arm almost

as if she were shooing away flies from a cooling pie
or mosquitos from a napping child. The last time
I saw her I was on leave from the Air Force. She
served home-canned raspberries, tea and buttered
crumpets. She played a few of her favorite Beatrice

Kaye recordings and talked about Mrs. Hermison’s
recuperation from a broken hip. When I left, she
hugged me soundly. I don’t know how, but as I
turned to blow her one final kiss, I knew it would
be the last time I’d see her waving, hanky in hand. 

About

Fredrick Zydek has had work published in The Antioch Review, The Hollins Critic, The Journal, Michigan Quarterly Review, Nimrod, Poetry, Prairie Schooner, and others. His ninth collection of poems, T'Kopechuck: The Buckley Poems, was released by Winthrup Press at the end of 2009. His latest work, At the Edge of the Ancient Inland Sea, is forthcoming from Backwaters Press. He has also published two novels and a biography of Charles Taze Russell and is currently working on a third novel, entitled The Button Box. He retired from the College of Saint Mary several years ago. he now writes full-time and gets a lot of fishing in.