Elergy to you

 

Day 3

 

Good things come in small packages

you always said to me

like a precious stone

in a small box

i look at myself

this small girl who saw

her small grandmother

wise words from someone who knew

her smallness was her shell

inside she was a giant

the head of the house

the best cook of all

the one with treats in the pantry

the largest smile that stretched miles

the infectious laugh

that lit up the room

from a tiny acorn grows a giant oak

she reminded me when I was down

you’re not so small

you are tall

you are your own giant

now I smile

still small in height

and remind myself

that inside this package

was a very good person. Me.

 

 

Childhood morning

Morning has started

I listen from my bed

Birds chirping loudly

The electricity wakes

The shipping forecast

Talks from the bathroom

The kettle whistles

The shower hums

Familiar voices drift upwards

The clock strikes,

with 7 cuckoo chirps

the washing machine whirs

its on a top speed

and in just a moment

A voice will shout

Are you up yet?

As if you could sleep

through the electricity din

Of the house waking up

Once again.