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Friday, December 14, 2007
without warning
old jealousies are stirred up
in the strangest moments
i remember meeting your grandmother
she was elegant
a silken cloud of white hair
piercing eyes
depth of unspoken wisdom
obvious in calmly folded hands
then, i thought she would become my family
as she was your family
when i turned out to be mistaken
i grieved so many things
extensions of you which i had taken for granted
and lost
but some things, i didn't yet realize
now, your grandmother's death
brings your new love to tears
i am jealous of her grief
of her right to have it
of her ability to share it with you
that woman, who might have been my family
who i do not deserve to mourn
dies and it should mean nothing to me
but instead it brings me back to the place in our history
where i might have wept
instead of her
* posted by claire * 1:48 PM
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