"As I wept
in the arms of darkness,
I heard the voice of
my grandmother say,
Nothing stays the same,
darling,
not even pain.
Life is a path of change.
Of ecstasy and ache.
So, no matter what the storm
claims, let love light the way."
~Tanya Markul
I so remember coming home
after 20 years in my beloved
Mexico . . . my heart broken
and fear for what would lie
ahead.
I went up to see my grandma
after a few days rest, venerable
woman that she was. She was
sitting in her mother's rocking
chair, low to the ground. What
a comforting sight.
I went in, banging the screen
door, bent down and hugged
her. I then sat on the floor next
to her. I simply broke down and
sobbed as she held my upper
body in her arms.
There is no one in this world
such as a grandmother. I pray
my own grandchildren never
have their hearts broken. Still,
may they ever know they can
come to me and we'll weep
together.
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