Wednesday, July 21, 2010

for grandma


life imperfect with little moments of hope

blood pulsing thick with memories through tight walls
moving through the heart to lifes strong beat
words fully vacant
spilling out of black hole mouths looking for meaning
the picture of hands raching out are like broken glass pieced back together
in the shape of hugging arms
they break my skin
spilling blood full of memories
and making me human

Friday, July 16, 2010

83 years

you stand in the shadows of my life
a breath of where I came from
an ethereal road of life before me
leading to me
your fearless love
it shattered complacency
your silent endurance
it shakes life with every step
83 years of freedom