My wise ole spider spirit

BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
edited November 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
My grandmother said,
not to believe

My grandmother said,
some things are just impossible

My grandmother said,
you have to let go.

i thought we were suppose
to listen
to what grandmother said
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  • I wish i could touch you seven.
    I wish I could hold you.
    I wish I could write something that would make you feel better.

    i feel so small.
    i am so sorry seven

    oh seven .....
  • knee hi to a grandma
    her fingers slipped tight about my
    string cheese bicep
    and she hossed my fit pitchin ass
    into her cherry pie, fried chicken
    assembly area
    and i
    in all my seven years
    was impressed
    by the old gal's strength

    she never told me not to dream
    nor the converse
    she just was
    and allowed me to be, too.

    at eighty-seven
    they still called her baby
    at eighty-seven
    she still blushed at young country singer's smiles
    she was everyone's favorite
    and my only, really

    i am honored
    to have held her
    while her kinder garden squeeze
    breathed the last time

    i am honored
    to have eyed the mortician
    trying to sell her a silver leafed coffin

    i am honored to have held up
    my own most precious accomplishment
    for her inspection

    the long long chain
    of righteous babes
    grows
    and shortens
    and grows
    Nosotros nunca escuchamos la voz adentro
  • Originally posted by BhagavadGita
    I wish i could touch you seven.
    I wish I could hold you.
    I wish I could write something that would make you feel better.

    i feel so small.
    i am so sorry seven

    oh seven .....


    you have writen many things that have made me feel better. i only wish one day to return the favor
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