i feel like i should just have a big arrow pointing to this blog instead of posting anything myself. so much beauty and wisdom.

this is a poem she posted a few days ago. i like it.

Here by Grace Paley

Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face

how did this happen
well that's who I wanted to be

at last a woman
in the old style sitting
stout thighs apart under
a big skirt grandchild sliding
on off my lap a pleasant
summer perspiration

that's my old man across the yard
he's talking to the meter reader
he's telling him the world's sad story
how electricity is oil or uranium
and so forth I tell my grandson
run over to your grandpa ask him
to sit beside me for a minute I
am suddenly exhausted by my desire
to kiss his sweet explaining lips.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Cassie, thanks for the blog compliment! And I'm so glad that you love this poem! I think it is so delightful...
We're thinking of you a lot these days, and have been praying for you and your family. What a terrible and sudden loss for you. I wish I could hug you! We love you guys, and we're only an 8 hour car-ride away, if you need a getaway! :)