Dear Bonne Maman (French for grandmother)
How is shopping in the afterlife?
out of this world and divine?
Your thrift store finds
still scent the hope chest
wish I still had the leopard pants
You gave me when I was 9, not only are they
the latest style, they’d fit!
Not every sale is worth it but every sale is worth checking out!
Met some ladies in your last retirement home
thrift store shopping in each others rooms
Dressed in their Sunday best, pearls and bright lipstick
Shop till you drop fabulously!
Think of you often in the clunky, golden Cleopatra
necklace, colored chunky beads and weekly flyers
Thank you for the scintillating tips and bits
passed on from grandmother to granddaughter
they say we are a lot alike. I share your shopping savvy with the great grand children, I’ll let you know when they listen
p.s. I ride my bike to the sales instead of a car (smaller footprint-generational thing)
Love your second hand thrift deal monger granddaughter
This is related to today’s prompt but is not from the voice of my grandmother. Working on that! It was a poem that I wrote a while ago, did a bit of editing. Going to try it in a different approach. Like the promt
Why is the world round?
Why are people mean?
Why do boys like their toys
Why does he love me?
Why doesn’t she like me?
why isn’t technology friendly?
Why are children starving?
Why do I have to wake up early?
I am a tree. Animals pee on me. Bugs crawl over me.
Birds poop on me. Humans chop me down.
I have no choice.
Why is the crazy lady talking to the tree?
Can the tree hear?
Should I phone 911?
Should I ask her if she needs help?
Should I do something?
Does she need meds?
Can you do anything?
I am a rock……
(this is from today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. I really like to try writing outside my style. It is like a free class! We were to have every line a question except for the last line. I guess this is a two poems, part of a long saga?)
cardboard cat litter strewn housey
hairy fluff pillow and chewed catnip mousey
heating pad, automatic heater and treats
even just in dreams, hope we will meet
come back, little fairy cat and be mine
patiently waiting forever- yours all the time
This is dedicated to my Pepper cat who left on her journey
a few weeks ago, miss you sweetfurball. This is the 3rd day
in NaPoWriMo-permission to write raw, badly and fabulously
“There is the voice you can still summon at will, like your mother’s.
It will always whisper, you can’t have it all, but there is this…. ” Barbara Ras
the curved silence nestles in the back cortex
shy breath whispers notes throughout
as you take little itty bitty steps
with your thread and needle sewing
your patchwork quilt. Slap the slimy tentacles
when they get too close, they are allowed to
coo and caw but no eating! When you get lost
the threads will show you the way back to the place you started.
As your earth-doll shuffles the smiling Buddha
smiles bigger silences. Even letting the cat out is
a breath off fresh air. She is shy, remember her she
may be all you have. The quilt is a cover.
NaPoWriMo poem in progress.