One more word spoken at me and I may loose my composure. Steve’s still trying to force us to cash G’s bond. He doesn’t want us to be so ‘low on cash’. I could scream. His pension processes tomorrow. There is no reason to make us cash it now. He’s also trying to force G to take his second pair of shoes as his own. I’m trying not to be angry but I’m having a hard time. Sometimes I wonder if at the end of everything we face if we will make it through to the other side as a couple. Mostly because he is so snappy and because I am so hurt these days.
Change
It's cold outside
And yet I'm drawn Into the moon's pure light
I raise my hands; entreating.
Where is your voice grandmother?
My questions tumble together.
I am WOMAN.
What is normal?
What changes should I expect?
When?
Who can I go to?
What should I do?
How do I change?
Why must I be the example
when there is none for me?
Shhhh . . .
Quiet . . .
Stand in the light . . .
Wait . . .
And it comes to me.
WOMAN
Mother
Questioner
Be still.
Hear the answers.
Life is change.
We do what must be done.
We sing.
We dance.
We cry.
We love.
We live.
WE are the grandmothers.
(((Hugs)))