My father's grandfather's name was Colonel,
his name, not his rank.
He was, by all accounts,
a character,
toting luggage for
students who took a train
that did not go quite far enough.
When it did,
he started a bus line,
the first of its kind.
My grandfather drove it
when he was only 12.
Last night Goddess
checked me in,
looking at my ID,
handing over a key.
When I called to say
there was no remote
anywhere--
not in the desk,
on the bedside table,
under the bed--
she made one appear.
Still,
I am pretty sure Goddess was
her name, not her rank.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2012
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