day 17
tuscon
will always
be the place
where my grandpa can
summon rain by singing YEH-ta-hey!
and where grandma makes me feel
oh-so grown up by taking
me out to get
my first pair
of pierced
earrings
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May 18th, 2009 at 12:15 am
and where we ride horses in the mountains
and swim on christmas
and she wears velvet because ‘it almost feels like you’re not wearing anything’
May 18th, 2009 at 5:09 am
I
Am so
Glad that you
Remember what your grandparents
Did out of
Love for
You…
Feels
Like you’re
Not wearing any thing?
I must have
missed something
Somewhere!
May 18th, 2009 at 7:11 am
Oh, yes!!! Swimming at Christmas!!!
And ancient Egyptian kohl
kohl cartouches sitting
on the
shelf!
May 18th, 2009 at 8:04 pm
In
Arid lands
Of ancient Alexandria,
Over catacombs and mysteries
There my mother was born
Where superstitions mingle with trade routes,
And sand is worn by friction, particle
Against particle, ground into miniscule beads that fly
Through relentless winds forming dense clouds that settle into
Rippling dunes, born surrounded by many foreign tongues
Passing… Like entropy—through love and war
Drawn to these strangers’ land of
Cold, humidity, a child’s love
In care of her children—
Her days ended peacefully
Again in arid
Lands.
May 18th, 2009 at 9:54 pm
O, beautiful!