Told Cecilia III

Cecilia, – told Cecilia, –
was this tiny old woman,
who had Munchausen stories
in her tiny grave of a room,
with Dore’s grey etchings,
also the grey bun
in the nape of her neck
as if engraved.
There is nothing more
I can tell
about Cecilia. Only she was
a sister of Rebecca,
the obstetrician,
that helped my mother
when Cecilia was born and grey
hospital sheets were itchy.