Tuned In

The plangent roar of my grief

reaches my grandson’s heart

far off, past

my deluded belief that my 

sadness is encased

—rolling like a stone apart,

downriver, erased

from the field, a paltry sliver—

illuminated with his simple words:

I want to live with you.

I rise up dripping from the stream,

still able to find my footing,

for love is true.  My college friends derided

babymaking, they decided

not to breed cogs for this unholy

wheel, no children for the American

dream, the improbable scheme

looking too much like hell.

But I chose differently and now

it doesn’t matter that my heart

is set to shatter, or that I am tired,

so tired.  I recognize this young place

once again disgraced, her hopeless

grip threatens my trip to

watch comedy under palm trees. 

The remedy: I’ll laugh anyway.

I’ll find the strength 

to make it one more day.

Inspired by: Comedy, Plangent, Anyway and River.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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