"Watching You Scribble That Name"

Watching you scribble that name
Upon the note of bank
Makes my stomach turn
And I begin to feel rank.

When he died, you wept.
I don’t understand why
Because you immediately turned
And married another guy.

Have you enough grieved?
I know I had not when
You told me the news.
Not grieving. I think it’s a sin.

That name that is not yours
But you sign it anyway.
I cannot accept him, your new husband,
As my grandfather, because he is not, no way.

You pretend to love him,
But do you really? Love him, I mean.
You know I love you,
But can you expect me to love him, too?