Four generations of family from New Orleans exiled to Texas, before and after hurrican Katrina and the collapse of the levees
My Grandmother never forgot
A birthday card for me
Always before that day
Forty plus years of loving thoughts
From one who was Ninety plus strong
In a card made of paper and print
Delicate messages of praise
My Grandmother never forgot
I already miss next year
My Grandmothers cards will end
She has gone on to another place
Her birthday is on Halloween
The grandchild in me is sad
I love her and miss her
My Grandmother never forgot
"It doesn't matter what I know, It only matter's what I do, With what I know." Due to the tragic loss that all Gulf Coast people still suffer and endure, I have to go a step further, give more thought, never forget and speak out.
International Court of Justice Peace Palace
Counting The Dead
1 Comments:
I liked the poem. It made me think of my two grandmothers. One was distant in location only and would always send my card with a stick of Juicy Fruit in it. The other looked after me until her heart attack when my mother was working. She took me to all of her social occasions including the first trial I ever attended which was, of course, not a social occasion.
May Nanny rest in peace knowing that in your heart, she's still here.
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