Filed under: shokat cards | Tags: death, grandmother, mourning, shokat parsa, sick, strength
background:
my grandma was taking care of us one weekend and i reallllly wanted a “bigstick” popsicle (yes, i was a brat). there was a deli a mile away from our house but not the easiest walk for an ol’ lady. she didn’t care, she’d do anything for me. . . and. . .
I almost killed you that day.
A walk in the park
And a ride to the stars
Of pain.
Retained.
A hip replacement for
A big stick
A juicy popsicle whose
Sticky remnants
stained more than my fingers.
Thoughts linger. . .
I give you my hand
Though you cannot stand -
You’re immobile.
So I cradle your palm
Hoping to calm -
Mixed emotions.
Im then selfish with tears
Dispersing my fears-
Please don’t leave me.
Then you give me your heart
And say you must part
My blessed nanny.
To
But you maintained.
a smile on your face as I picked at the crumbs of your shirt.
And you complained.
not for a moment nor were you dormant with fear.
Queer. We need
help
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