Grandmother

Grandmother,
how many you are,
an army of the old and tired,
an army of memories.
I wonder,
Is there war inside your head?
as there is bloody war inside mine,
war so angry, my skull threatens to split.
Grandmother, 
Is your mind peaceful?
has the army of memories suppressed 
the civil unrest between your eyes?
Grandmother,
surly your mind was once inflamed?
Like mine?
Grandmother,
Is your mind still angry?
As angry as your mouth?
Grandmother,
I wish I knew,
All the things that you do.
Grandmother,
You are wise as a whale,
I am wild like horses,
All running in different directions.
Grandmother,
How many lovers have you loved?
How many hearts have you broken?
Grandmother,
Is your heart laced with so many cracks,
As your skin?
How many stitches?
Grandmother,
Tell me about the day when it stopped hurting,
When everything stopped hurting.
Child,
Not,
Yet.