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Hearing PrayersDid your mother listen to your prayers when you were little? Waiting to flip the light switch and leave the room for some hard earned quiet solitude, even if it only lasted until the first cry for a drink, did she take the time to tell you to fold your arms, close your eyes, and just tell God whatever you wanted to say, and never laugh at what you said, but chant: “Good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite. Love you.” when you were done? I remember praying for a long time for a three-year-old, because I didn’t know quite what to sHearing Prayers
by ~mnemma2
Grandma's Eyes“Even though your body’s sagging, Your eyes are as beautiful as ever.”Grandma's Eyes
I thought Daddy sounded ridiculous And pompous as he boldly announced That fact to grandma, Her sitting in her wheelchair Exhausted and anxious after doing her best
To prove to us all that she could still walk On her mince-meat legs, Freshly strapped back together and stuffed Into sea-green slipper socks. But grandma looked up at her youngest son, Now forty-five, with tender, twinkling eyes And said she was “glad she’d left her glasses off So he could see them.
by ~mnemma2
When Mountains SpeakMy home is in mountains, the great Rocky fleet that heightens my meager valley’s horizons and blockades America’s center statesWhen Mountains Speak
from the bustle of the coast.
I often drove down the snaky highway to grandma’s peaceful old homestead or up the freeway half a day to mom’s, always in the shadow of the mountains’
strong arms.
My world wasn’t round, but jagged, pointed, limited, enclosed. It was simpler that way.
But one summer after school got out I finally felt the pull of a place away from the West—t
by ~mnemma2
Sweet DreamsFirst, a series of shudders wobble the eyelids closed,Sweet Dreams
and the corners of the mouth fall to hang limp and sad.
Then the head bobs to rest, sinking gently into the gray polyester sweater— stand-in for feather down— that wraps the forearms up next to the chin.
Straight brown locks curl as the seat back musses like an older brother’s palm, and heels slide incrementally forward across the floor.
The train hurtles hundreds of wooden slats for each deep, deep breath.
This is the current cure for the rampant insomnia
by ~mnemma2
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And afterwards a satisfying sustained belch It’s therapeutic and totally unnutritous Like eating larva from a volcano But your insides will become diamonds And your eyes are coal
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