Grandmother Poems: 63 / 500


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In our family, there were two saints,
my aunt and my grandmother.
But their lives were different.

My grandmother's was tranquil, even at the end.
She was like a person walking in calm water;
for some reason
the sea couldn't bring itself to hurt her.
When my aunt took the same path,
the waves broke over her, they attacked her,
which is how the Fates respond
to a true spiritual nature.

My grandmother was cautious, conservative:
that's why she escaped suffering.
My aunt's escaped nothing;
each time the sea retreats, someone she loves is taken away.

Still she won't experience
the sea as evil. To her, it is what it is:
where it touches land, it must turn to violence.

P A Noushad 16 October 2020

I feel that a poem can change the mind of people into right track, dear Louise Gluck.

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Colleen Courtney 14 May 2014

An interesting piece comparing two different temperaments. Nicely written.

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