A Grandmother's Wisdom

A Grandmother's Wisdom All that my parents left me could fit into a paper sack carried like a leaden weight strung across my broken back A pair of bronzed booties a jacket and Tonka truck a small photo of Grandma along with a note of "Good Luck" I was left with confusion and an old coloring book but "stay within the lines son" was the only wisdom that I took As the years went by in the most sullen of ways I would often remember back to those bitter childhood days But now when I pine or look behind to my past the paper sack all torn the note to brittle to last The jacket's too small and the truck's all broken down the coloring book's all done the only crayon left is brown I no longer wonder why I was left out in the cold it doesn't matter anymore at least I wasn't sold I was raised by my Grandma and she taught me this one thing 'The next time you leave home, at least you'll know what to bring" (Feb. 24, 2016)