“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” Carl Sandburg


Friday, June 28, 2013

day 27. “let me fix you”/Our Lost Jungle

Well, hey little darlin’, granny said as she hugged
her close. I’m so glad to see you and she tugged
the frail girl into the cozy room. We’ll have us a yak.
The girl’s eyes were bright with tears held back.
Granny shuffled toward the kitchen -I was just fix-in to make me some tea,
how does peppermint sound? Or maybe Earl Grey would be
more to your likin’. The girl, with a small smile said, Earl Grey.

Now you tell me what’s wrong, little girl – yes, there is, you tell
granny all about it. She did, as tears of frustration fell
granny patted  her hand and listened silently through
to the end. Oh, darlin’, she said, I wish I could fix it for you
but I can’t.  I’ve had my share of trouble and quite a lot
was my own makin’, she chuckled.  I can’t tell you to do what you aught.
But this is my advice, forget yesterday, plan for tomorrow and enjoy today.

 

2 comments:

  1. Very cute! I love it.

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  2. Granny gave great advice and I love the way you presented it. Thanks for the link, Debi.

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