GRANDMA’S NEOPHOBIA
she was perfectly okay
comfortable with the odd arrangements
things you might call trash
piled up stuffs you might toss away
but she was comfortable with them around
happily caressing them one at a time
smiling as she dust off dirts from their surfaces
grandma never cease to amaze me
If you mistaken touch any, she will yell
screaming hard at you like hell
you get mad and think she’s nut
you’re wrong, these things can’t be bought
be careful when you are in her room
thread with caution when you turn or sway
never let your body hit any ornament or relics
they are priceless and are her best friend
hardly a ray of light penetrates her room
she keeps it low with a little radio blaring subtly
already wrinkled but agile to the core
a once beautiful dentition now ruined by Mother Nature
when I grew up I finally understood
they were what’s left to juggle her memories
places she had been and people she had met
once upon a time love, death and forgiveness
she was the calmest of all beings
she loves me dearly and always wants me around
I remember whenever she holds any piece
she smiles and says “this was from a party of ‘87”
@talk2leigh
6:29pm
4 Aug 2022
Good memories don't fade
ReplyDeleteYes they don’t at all 👍🏾
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