No one could read this poem without feeling their heart break a little. It sounds like your grandpa isn't being intentionally careless, and that he loves you all very much. Thank you for sharing such a personal story with us.
I may not be in middle school, but this is extremely relatable! It's a feeling that never quite goes away, that feeling of time slipping through your fingers, ever-faster the older you get, but it does get a little easier to manage. I think summer, the time for more free TIME, may surprise you with what it has to offer!
I hear your concerns, and want to validate them. There's a lot that the older generations have done and are currently doing to muck up the world for young people, when it comes to climate change, wars overseas, etc. But we can't lose hope! There is still so much to live for and to strive for, if we can remember to look for it. (Or at least there's always love, in any case -- love for our friends, family, pets, and someday-partners.)
Exquisite! "I woke up when the lights dimmed for the/ benediction./ our chaplain' s favorite poem was wild geese by mary oliver." so much said and unsaid in these lines!
"Words flowed/ out of my mouth like gasoline at the pump..." This is brilliant and very relatable! Sometimes when I'm walking down the road I wonder what it would be like to suddenly leap into a neighbors yard --- move through the squares instead of only along the lines.
This sounds interesting! I'd totally read your chapters <3
Yeah, thanks. I feel like out of the most personal, toughest times, we can find some really beautiful things.
No one could read this poem without feeling their heart break a little. It sounds like your grandpa isn't being intentionally careless, and that he loves you all very much. Thank you for sharing such a personal story with us.
I may not be in middle school, but this is extremely relatable! It's a feeling that never quite goes away, that feeling of time slipping through your fingers, ever-faster the older you get, but it does get a little easier to manage. I think summer, the time for more free TIME, may surprise you with what it has to offer!
I hear your concerns, and want to validate them. There's a lot that the older generations have done and are currently doing to muck up the world for young people, when it comes to climate change, wars overseas, etc. But we can't lose hope! There is still so much to live for and to strive for, if we can remember to look for it. (Or at least there's always love, in any case -- love for our friends, family, pets, and someday-partners.)
You are SO welcome!
Tysm!
I love this!
Exquisite! "I woke up when the lights dimmed for the/ benediction./ our chaplain' s favorite poem was wild geese by mary oliver." so much said and unsaid in these lines!
"Words flowed/ out of my mouth like gasoline at the pump..." This is brilliant and very relatable! Sometimes when I'm walking down the road I wonder what it would be like to suddenly leap into a neighbors yard --- move through the squares instead of only along the lines.