Ode to Grandma

***Tonight as I was making my bed and putting my stuffies back on I began to wonder about my grandma. And how hard it must have been to have slept with my grandfather all those years and then going to sleeping alone. As I was doing the dishes I continued to have this thought which lead me to this story inspired by my grandma.***
That’s my granddaughter down there.
Looking over I saw a petite woman. Her blonde hair obviously from a bottle.. Cherub smile. Eyes sparkling. When her eyes caught mine I found myself drawn in.
Which one?
That one. The one doing the dishes. 
Looking down I saw a woman doing her dishes. Music played in the background.
She actually was washing her own dishes. 
I heard a chuckle from beside me and looked over at Grandma as I could now only think of her.
She is pretty smart. 
About somethings.
Other things she knows nothing about.
Like how to let people in.
So long she took care of everyone else.
Not an easy nut to crack my granddaughter.
Looking around I became bewildered.
I was seated in a hospital style waiting room.
However the attendants all had wings. And halos.
Began to wonder if the drugs I had done throughout the years were finally catching up with me.
Another cackle.
It seemed that Grandma was also a mind reader.
She patted my hand reassuringly and smiled.
You are in that space.
A small window between life and death.
The lip of the abyss.
You can continue forward to the judgement that awaits you.
Or you can go back.
I just thought I would point out my granddaughter.
She is a nurse you know.
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I became aware of a pulsing pain.
Radiating.
Everywhere.
I began to wish I was dead.
Wait.
I had been dead hadn’t I?
Now I was confused.
Was it a dream?
Or had I actually met some woman’s grandmother?
Who was trying to set me up with her granddaughter.
I groaned.
Felt a soft hand upon my arm.
Struggled to open my eyes.
It took time to focus.
First came the eyes.
Blue as irises.
The smile.
Curved.
Warm
Welcoming.
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I knew he would make the right choice.
She looked over.
Seeing a cute little old lady.
Radiating kindness and care.
Don’t worry dear. 
I am here to help.
Transition or Return to Sender.
I am the Sorter of Souls. 
Fitting as I once was a Sorter of Mail. 
She giggled.
It was infectious.
Maybe she would stay awhile.
Rest her weary heels.
©June 5/20
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Mother Goddess

Ire
rising
pain
engorged
filling all aspects
tears
never ending
stand upon the precipice
looking down
vertigo
buffeted with wind currents
let go.
Rage
building
watching
flailing
mankind
destroying
razing
heart breaking
world being……
lands sere
rivers rise
death no longer creeps
full onslaught
hidden in plain sight.
We are lost.
Time has come
reduced to these seconds
choices must be made
fight
or complacent in silence
my heart hurts
like an ostrich
it is easier to bury my head
ignore the truths that are coming
even as the portends
dance before my face.
I have fallen.
I have betrayed.
I have heard her screams
as Mother Earth
tears asunder
lashing with wind
pouring rain
her message to me
not the same
as her message for you.
Hear her
heed her
or time shall come
all will be lost.
©June 5/20
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