Steve has till the end of the month to make the house payment; and the starter just gave out on the truck. I think I just want to die. I am so exhausted.
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.
Can the kids get your car fixed? Pack that sucker and get the hell up here.