I receive emails from Poets & Writers Magazine. Today, I read about different
literary magazines that accept unsolicited pieces. One of them requests 100-word
essays, poems, or prose. I accepted the challenge and wrote one based on
last week’s experience and submitted it.
Grandma
in Woodbine
We’ve
been to see you there
But
you don’t watch for us
You
don’t wait.
Your
name etched in stone
Where
we place our blossoms
And
tell you our stories
But
your voice is inaudible.
Since
you left earth
Traveling
to the great beyond
We
all met once again in
The
field of stone and grass.
Without
warning or prediction
It
was your only son’s
Untimely
passing which hurled shock
Into
the hearts of those left here.
Your
sister is now gone
Her
husband is gone, too.
Generations
of our family
Memorialized
in a Kansas cemetery.
We
will meet again.
I'm usually not one to write this kind of piece, but I'm pleased with it nonetheless.
I do think about Grandma each time I go to the cemetery. She was a funny, funny woman until she was wracked with physical pain. She did so much for me, always loving me, always supporting me. And I know I will see her again someday.
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