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Nov 24th, 2003, 01:33 AM | #1 |
Every One Dies Alone
Joined: May 2002
Location: In the depths of existance where the hot magma flows.
Age: 37
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A frustrated child
A frustrated child
My mother is Lutheran and my father is Catholic My mother’s parents have died, I only knew my grandmother Her faith strong within her spirit that sits in my heart And her love for us, opinionated but unconditional She, forever giving, ambitious and strong willed I, too busy to notice My mother, too irritated to defog her own glasses which continues to rot away in my memory But for that year she lived with us I can never forget When I was washing the dishes I heard a familiar door squeak open And slowly out walked she, my grandmother With her coffee cup empty.. Ready to again fill with hot water and she did not pass by me like everyone else But she actually saw me! That’s when she set the coffee cup down on the counter between us Like it was as fragile as that porcelain doll That she gifted me on the day of my first communion. Then she looked up as she smiled at me And began to tell me the latest news It gave me that warm feeling inside, ya know? Like I was 4 years old again Coming into my kindergarten class for the first time My mind trying to desperately satisfy my curiosity As I sat my little fanny on that round, red rug that appeared to be constructed from Twistlers Listening to a story that seized me wholly And we laughed until there were no more dishes to be cleaned and the microwave was done warming her mug The conversations of which my parents never thought of to discuss but of which I ached for them to be told See, I was baptized Catholic, attended a Catholic Sunday school and was on a Catholic volleyball team but I always went to my grandmother’s Lutheran Church for mass We didn’t go every Sunday but on occasion And for some reason I liked it there A place my mother and father never argued but held hands A place where I looked around and only saw the family that cared for me The corrupted ones couldn’t find me there But my brother always found a way to bug me and pull my hair My dad always asking if we wanted a blue ice cough drop As we listened to the pastor’s prayer We all accepted Christ’s blood and bread, Confessed our sins and asked for our redemption When we left we felt renewed again and I can remember the time in December when we opened those big heavy doors to see the snow floating to the floors Of the natural born world And I could feel that meaning of something greater motivate me To live and care To Care to live and let live and make sure others did Oh, there was life inside me!
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All around me are familiar faces Worn out places Worn out faces Bright & early for the daily races Going nowhere Going nowhere Their tears R filling up their glasses No Xpression No Xpression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrows No 2morrow No 2morrow & I find it kindof funny I find it kindof sad. These dreams in which i'm dying, R the best I've ever had |
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