when at the wildwood house
grandma would regularly have three streams going
the big color television, the small black and white tv, and the radio
i always wondered which one [if any] she was actually listening to
and she later admitted it was the white noise that gave her comfort
all alone in such a big house
that she meticulously crafted with Fran
filled with love
and with Estelle's assistance and unflinching loyalty
turned three beautiful children
into three compassionate families
[and four wondrous grandchildren]
today Marsha stands dutifully by her side
caring for her like her own mother
red, white, and black
from cherry lane, to wildwood drive, and park place
how good things [and strong women] always come in threes
beethoven had to settle for feeling his creations through vibrations
copernicus was always searching for the music of the stars
Shirley has finally heard it
and she said it was perfect