I Talk to Grandpa

I talk to Grandpa,
but he never answers back.
Mommy says he can hear me even though he's not here anymore.
I don't know what that means,
So sometimes I talk really loud.

Grandma still makes him dinner,
but I don't know how he eats it.

"Moah," she says. "Grandpa like plenny rice."

I give him a big scoop,
the kind that falls off the paddle.
She sets down his plate at his altar and prays.

Sometimes I lay in his room when it's hot.
I press my face against the carpet and
The house moves like it's exhaling slowly.