I am currently storing all of my
hope and dread and longing
in my grandfather's disintegrating knees.
For the first time since December three years ago,
I've been hearing murmmerings
of medicine and surgery and ailment,
and I've felt thick ropes restrict in my chest
at the thought of a future
empty of holidary decorations,
mystery novels,
and a love that has become vital.
I wince
at every cough and sigh.
Author notes
Option 4- Fear
I am having trouble facing my grandparents' mortality.
A contest entry
- Options!! Lots of `em by Maybe Anastasia.
390 points, ended May 8, 2007, 36 entries
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Comments
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mmmm this is great. This was a fear of mine until not to long ago when my grandmother passed away. I am still coping. This write is great. Thanks for the entry.
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This is... powerful.
Your description is so poignant. You absolutely had me in this from the beginning. And I think that makes, combined with the personal meaning in these words, a phenominal poem.
I wish I could offer something a bit more stable in my words... death is a topic that tightens the list of adequate words down quickly.
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