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First Steps Funerals and Nana's Hands
By Evelyn Aimarie
2 days after my Nana's funeral
My oldest son took his first steps.
She was my grandmother on my father's side, but more like a mother to me.
Palms textured like warm overwashed cotton sheets- thin but comfortable, and clothes line, spring sunshine soft.
Pastel blue intricate
barely visible veins whispered life through skin undertoned with shades of the palest tea stains and ochre,
Broken in tone only by the occasional bruise she swore she couldn't remember where she got.
Tendons like flower roots danced like the underworkings of piano keys when she wiggled her fingers.
She always wore a ring with the birthstones of all of her grandchildren on it.
There was a time before my son.
Before my Nanas hands were so tired, so delicately tired and weighted by their form from generations of holding hands
Holding babies
Holding house holds together.
Holding my heart as it strummed for a mother and she tuned into the song, danced the role beautifully and with ease.
Wore it like a cloak and draped it around my shoulders in support when I brought my son home from the hospital
As she proudly exclaimed how beautiful he was with tears in her eyes.
The time before, when I was small,
I would reach for those... less tired.. more supple hands.
With the ring tighter on the finger to the point we once had to use dish soap and string and the sheer force of panic to remove it. When the skin was not as rubbed of its youth. There was a time when I reached for her hands, too, for balance.
2 days after my Nanas funeral, the same day I inherited her ring with the birthstones of all of her grandchildren on it
The first day I had it on my finger
My oldest son took his first steps into MY outstretched hands.
I suppose, I'm keeping her cloak warm.
I suppose, I miss her.
I suppose, my Nana's hands were on my shoulders behind me that day.
2 days after my Nana's funeral,
My oldest son took his first steps
Form:
Eleven years ago tonight,
Our son and his new bride
Exchanged their vows to start their life
Together, side by side.
Today, they’re off to celebrate,
A mini-trip away
So with our grandkids (8 & 6)
We have the chance to stay.
It isn’t like the days gone by
When nanas merely cooked.
In modern days we Uber them
To every place they’re booked.
Today was soccer, tennis and
A trip to pick up glasses.
Tomorrow will be Hebrew school
And thus, the weekend passes.
This time is like a yummy cake -
The grands, of course, the frosting.
It’s totally delicious but
It’s totally exhausting.
Warmest Birthday Wishes
Belated Greetings, Cousin.
We are both Nanas, now!
I remember us playing cutouts,
in front of your living room door.
We'd set up a little table and
charming little chairs, too.
The door would be open and
screened, so we could see the
sky, so wonderfully bright and blue.
We's walk to Fairyland and enjoy
the Merry Go Round.
And Cousin Lon, if you listen
closely, you will still hear the
sound!
You were such a wee, pretty.
little angel!
And I was so very blessed to
take care of you.
You still are as sweet now as
you were then!
We both are older, yes!
But the bond between us will
never end, that's my guess!
Happy Birthday!
Each summer,
When the temperatures soared,
It was time for Nana's soup.
Soup in the summer?
You might wonder.
Yes, soup in the summer—
Her special soup from the garden,
The very garden where we grew the vegetables.
Nana's soup was special,
A meal we always made together.
We began in the garden,
Choosing only the finest vegetables
For the bubbling pot.
It was time to harvest
Everything her recipe required.
We shelled the peas by hand
And snapped the beans.
Tomatoes roasted
Until they were just right.
When we made Nana's special soup,
We weren't just making supper.
We were making memories
To last a lifetime,
Memories that warmed our hearts
Long after the soup was gone.