Tuesday, March 21, 2017

A Conversation: Part 1, by Jillian Law



Hey, it’s okay
Take a deep breath
You’re going to be okay

I know it doesn’t feel like it right now
You’re tired, so tired
But you can’t sleep

The medicine will help with that, I promise
Don’t try to hide the pill under your tongue
That never works

Take another deep breath
You’re so lucky, my love
You are so loved
So valued

Don’t give up on the world now, my dear
It has a few surprises left for you
Make a list of things you love

Start with five (cats, your blue cozy sweater, the smell of rain, dancing to Taylor Swift, the click of high heels when you walk)
Add more, keep adding them
Make it all the way to a hundred
You deserve all those things

One more deep breath, okay?
We got you back into school whenever you’re ready
No rush
I think it will be better this time

Your friends want to see you
They left you a cake with pink icing and (crooked) green letters
That’s a Harry Potter thing, right?
You made me read those, remember?
Oh honey, what can I do?


Remembering, by Anonymous



In memory of Grandma Sweetpea

Flute books with your markings
On the music that you taught.
Scrapbooks full of memories
Can be neither sold nor bought.
Your love for us is ever strong
Your laughter was contagious,
And none of us will soon forget
The joy your spirit gave us.
Daughter, Wife, and Mother
Best known as Grandma Sweetpea,
I’m thankful for the times we’ve shared
And how you’ve loved me deeply.
I’ll miss you when your birthday comes
And you’re not there to call
But on that day your family here
Your life we will recall.

Civility, by Terry Slaughter



Of note,
Civility is a thing unto
itself to be cherished
Like Grandma’s old stories
You will understand, But,
only later.

It must be loved,
Nurtured,
Dressed, washed, fed,
Or it will grow legs and
Walk out
Or wings
And fly away.

It does not need us We need it.

Lest we douse ourselves
in gas And
set ourselves,
And everything around
us, to flame.

Then, only the memory will remain.

Civility….