Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Rock my Peace

She was so excited. Her chubby little 10 year old cheeks exploding in the "Mimi" grin...



Tiny chicklet "I'm gonna need braces" teeth on parade...
She was smiling....
This was what she picked out...
wrapped in newspaper....
A rusty ole word...

Peace....

She couldn't have been prouder....

And her smile was infectious. And I knew then what peace was. My blonde haired grandaughter with the hippie soul....whispering in my cobwebbed hair....."It's for you, Mimi! Peace......"

On the day after New Year's I came home to the front door wide open. The door we haven't opened in 17 years. Strangers ring that bell.

And the rusty little letters on my porch... splayed in half...

"Must have been the wind" they told me....

But I knew....

It's the year of ghosts....
And they've barged right in....
rocking my peace and rearranging it....

Sometimes we have to remember,
even in chaos....

Peace is spelled the same....


10 comments:

skinnylittlesister said...

It all means something sister, but who knows when and if we'll ever know what it truly means...completely.
So, we just gotta believe...
Sweet peace, much love & Lawd do I ever so miss You!

singleton said...

Oh, I miss you, too sisterlove! Counting days til the sea...And yeah, every little thing...a bread crump trail in reverse...

Much love And you know I believe....

karma lennon said...

I have missed your words. :) Peace, love much.

Spadoman said...

Peace, oh yes. Peace to all.

singleton said...

karma...Spado...
Its the one thing we have to have....
And it's the window open to everything else....

Peace and love, my friends...
And the chorus goes on and on and on

Maithri said...

You know my friend...

There was a day not so long ago where a young 'frenchman' came to my door... pedalling artwork which he said were his own...

"I'm ere in Australia for only a few weeks and selling my artwork is the only way i can keep myself afloat'... he said in his pepe le pew voice...

So I bought the one with all the colours... the one which he said "was full of light"... only to find the next day that it was all a scam...that the frenchman was not french...that the paintings were mass produced in china...

And i put the picture away... to gather dust... ashamed at how foolish i was...

Till yesterday... when in the chaos of my room... i found it again... and somehow it was still

full
of
light

And i hung it up on my wall...

And realised that whoever said the only difference between a weed and a flower was a judgement... was right...

And accidental peace is everywhere,

Peace~Love my friend,

M

singleton said...

Maithri....
And this would be why you are so adored....
you are the light, my friend.

Much Love....

kj said...

a gentle sigh can be heard from kj, because the gentle words are back again...

she said...

even the greatest among us forget sometimes; briefly

get accidentally caught in the chaos

but then God sends an angel with love letters

p.e.a.c.e.

and you recoginized and opened them write away..

got the message loud and clear

plus shared it with us

much love & gratitude to you & yours, ~s.

i beati said...

you had me on the edge of my seat there ..