Grandma

Wasn't it last week 

We huddled on your couch and you let me cut your hair discussing how your mother always told you eventually you have to leave room on earth for your grandkids 

I saw a few long hairs on your chin and tried to cut them too without you noticing 

You said "sometimes I just ask the good Lord to take me" 

But also discussed how you're trying to cut back on sugar (attempting to lose the extra weight) 

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None of us can prepare

For the last day

Only for the one we are marinating in 

It is also her heart

You can force no one to live 

Say all you want to to manipulate her to eat

But you cannot force anyone to use their esophagus 

__ she learned how to kill herself this way from her brother 

A woman

Someone once told me, 

If you want to learn about a woman

Ask her to tell you about her Mother 

So I asked her, tell me about your Mother, what is she like?

"She is a lot like you, actually" 

She replied, brushing her blue hair past her shoulder, and looking at the wall. 

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, she is adventurous. And you feel safe to be yourself around her. And one time, one time we went to a movie, and she cheered outloud during a scene." 

__the way students perceive you

.

I asked God what he thought about it 

I said "God what do you think about it?" 

& He said 

"You must love still" 

& 

"I've already taken care of it." 

First glances

It was in the aisle at meijer 

I immediately sized him

Up 

His rouge beard hair, shaggy salt and pepper hair hidden under a hat, a Jean jacket from the 80's tucking him in 

I thought he must be looking at flowers 

Hopeful to find just the right thing to woo a woman in his single, discontent, disheveled life 

Passing him, I took in the details

And found quickly it was not blooms that had caught

His eye

Instead I found his head was cocked upward toward a bookshelf, and as I passed I glanced in his cart to see it full of birdseed for wild birds 

And I thought

I bet I would like this man 

I bet he has a lot to talk about 

Spring

There are some who understand the way of the geese 

The north

The south

The going 

Wild with wind

Loud with bellowing 

I met a woman who had geese in her veins 

If you saw her you would know

"Yes, yes, this is who she spoke about. "

I don't know why they call them wild geese 

Aren't they all wild