Mood: Un-birthday | Drinking: Warm Dr. Pepper
Today, my birthday, was also my grandmother’s funeral.
I was asked to do a reading during the service, and I read two poems, one that I wrote last Tuesday, the day after she died, and one that my writin’ group friends, Melissa & Kathy recommended. I’d like to share them both with you…
I hear the sirens
from the end of the driveway
winding up Meheula
riding to the rescue.
It has already been three minutes,
three minutes and a lifetime.
On the floor inside the house
daughter cradles unseeing mother
The end comes
sooner than you want it to
and no matter how much you prepare
you’re never really ready.
Today in the dappled green park
to wheelchair and stroller
as side by side,
grandson and great
flung crumbs to waiting beaks
Her last day was lived in the sun
lit up with laughter,
encircled by love
high above aquamarine waves.
It has been four minutes,
four minutes and 85 years.
The sirens spin closer now.
There’s no more time
to say goodbye.
by Christina Rosetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
gone far away into the silent land;
when you can no more hold me by the hand,
nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
you tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
it will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
and afterwards remember, do not grieve:
for if the darkness and corruption leave
a vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
better by far you should forget and smile
than that you should remember and be sad.
-Lo, in remembrance of Mary Ellen.