15 August 2012

personal writings no.3

Dedicated to Their Future

I want to light a match on the habitual;
I want to watch it shrivel up like a salted slug,
and replace it with purpose,
so that when my grandchildren
ask their mother for stories of Grandma,
my daughter can wrinkle the corners of her eyes in
gratitude and happiness,
remembering a life

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