Monday, November 1, 2010

Poetry Train Monday - 176 - Excerpt from In Childhood

Today my grandmother is on my mind, as it would have been her birthday today, Nov. 1st. She was the beginning of the November birthdays, which for my family and friends is jam-packed:

the 2nd, 7th, 11th (twice), 16th, 18th, 20th, 23rd and 25th all belong to someone I love and celebrate.

The 1st still belongs to Gram, though I can't tell her Happy Birthday with a kiss. I'll just wish it to her in my heart.

From In Childhood

the blue parakeet does not return
from the little grave in the fern garden
though one may wake in the morning
thinking mother's call is the bird.
Or maybe the bird is with grandmother
inside light. Or grandmother was the bird
and is now the dog
gnawing on the chair leg.
Where do the gone things go
when the child is old enough
to walk herself to school,
her playmates already
pumping so high the swing hiccups?

- Kimiko Hahn

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Nikita Banerjee said...

Such a lovely poem! I am sure your grandmum is smiling at you from up above! :D

Akelamalu said...

Lovely tribute to your Gran on her birthday. Our family has a lot of birthdays in November too including mine. :)

Wylie Kinson said...

What a lovely way to honor your grandmother.
And wow on all those birthdays! Our family is divided between July and December. It's crazy! Makes me wonder if it's coincidence or if Cancers and Sagittarians just go together. Hmm....

btw - thanks for your rah-rahs at my NaNo attempt. My author name is Paula_W if you want to buddy me :)

Debby said...

Hi Julia, this is such a beautiful post. I also have lots of birthdays in November!!!

Travis Cody said...

"Where do the gone things go..."

Such a wonderful turn of phrase.

poorni said...

Very lovely words indeed..