What Young Kids Dont Understand
I was really young...8 I believe
it is an odd story to tell at such a time but Ifeel
as if people should hear it...it would be nice to
pull it out of my chest and slap it on paper.
I still remember her collapse...from an anneurism
if that is spelled right. anyway, we all heard the crash.
we all saw her lay on the floor. all saw the ambulance
all saw mom cry when she came home from the hospital.
we all saw the three days mom sat on edge. and suddenly
I heard nana scream. Iasked what the matter was later.
she heard the machines. she heard them beep and whirr
she said we have to go see grandma.
my mom and nana were crying. grandma had passed on.
a rosy riveter and a strong catholic woman.
my birthday was on a holiday she remembers well...
"this one is special." she said wen she saw me.
"I just know it." i remember asking mom later
"mom? why wasn't grandma on the news? I
I thought shed be on the news..."
my nom just hugged me close and cried.
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2014
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