The Writer's Island Prompt this week is "Changed". This one I dedicate to my grandma Odilia.
Odilia Speaks
Caught up in the minutiae
Each one a cause for stress
Every one, reason for concern
Worry, grief, analysis
Never enjoying the day to day
Apprehensive of the future
Questioning each turn
Scared into paralysis
And then…
Before you left us
You told me resolutely
Don’t waste these moments
They’re all you’ll get
And how you blessed us
Now in your absence
I live each second
Cherish each step
And now…
I miss you every day
Wish we could speak again
I have so much to tell you
My stories would never end
I’ll see you again one day
Our destinies, prearranged
I’ll tell you then, your words
I listened
I changed
Copyright 2008 - Karina
4 comments:
This is a beautiful piece. Could be my nana you were writing about. Isn't it funny how grandmothers can have so many of the same "wise" attributes. Very nicely written
this was so beautiful... i loved my gramma more than any other human being,,
her "catchphrase" was "i was born a bitch and i'll die a bitch" she did.. i am working really hard to make sure i don't follow her advise too closely on that one.....
much love to grammas!!!!
A long life lived, duly respected.
Excellent piece.
Just too beautiful for words. A truly lovely piece
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