The Final Yellow Leaf

The Final Yellow Leaf
By Nabil Abou Baker
4/2/10

We finally moved into the bigger
House with mama, dad, May and grandpa. I
Chose the room – overlooked the street – passing by
Cars. Grandpa spent his time by a copper
Clock, staring at nature standing close by.
He used to forget many things, his daughter –
My mama. Like the time, I told a lie
To keep from trouble – I forgot where my

New shoes were! I remember my old house
Had an oak out front. During winter he
Used to say that it never completely
Shed its leaves. I really don’t understand
How he was able to remember that fact.
Winter – four years – that final yellow leaf fell.