Posting something I wrote for Astroworld but then realized that it is too long for that.
I wish I could participate in one of the Memorial Days of my childhood. We would all go respectfully and excitedly to the "graveyard" with our flowers and place them on the graves of our family members and the strangers from somewhere else would salute and shoot their big Army rifles and the preacher would pray and we, the kids would learn about brothers, sisters,uncles,aunts who died before we knew them. And the richest man laid under his marble blanket and mother would chuckle saying that he would have a hard time getting out of that to meet Jesus. And then we would go home for picnics and company and card playing and the sweet scent of the peonies mama bought for our family graves still in the house because she saved a few out just for us and what a huge treat they were.
About Me
- Singing Sparrow
- I almost always write in the early morning. I am an aging hippie living with my husband lover, my adult daughter,my almost adult granddaughter looking for her first full time job and my almost teenage grandson and my sister who is 11 months the younger. As the world prepares for a righteous struggle for individual independence and the correcting of the power of corporations to tell how, where and even when to live i seek the lower level where gardens grow and children learn. +++
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