I’ve always carried my grandparents close to my heart, especially grandma aka Mamasan. She was funny, gracious, and determined. There was a conversation at the poker table last night about me not backing down in a hand and my quick wit. I naturally said outloud, “I get that from my grandma.”
On the drive home today, my eyes were frequently drawn to the clouds. I truly felt grandma’s presence as I captured the image above. While writing the poem, I confirmed her date of death. I was shocked to see it was July 16, 1999. Grandma is in me and with me, always…
Saku not Sake
The long aisle
divides-
family to one,
chanters to other.
Incense burns-
yellow roses,
Grandpa’s favorite,
draped across
her casket.
The chanting-
ebbs and flows
loud; soft
quick; slow.
Words I don’t understand-
but know,
know
are beautiful; peaceful.
A favorite song-
“We all live
in a…
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