teach me death

yet another piece inspired by the awesome artwork of rick mobbs… i have incorporated the words from friday five at poefusion into this tale….. and seeing as how sunday scribblings prompt this week is family,, i guess i will submit it there as well…..

loopy heart by: rick mobbs

“it won’t be long,, my dear one
till you can sleep every day in the sun
we will settle you down
in your own plot of ground
go,, there’s no more work to be done….”

she was born in the town of gravelines
on the northern coast of france
and it was there she learned
how a pigeon flew
and to count on an abacus

didn’t take her long to figure out
two rabbits would soon become ten
and the longings of a young girls heart
could take her far from home
and never bring her back again

with yet another war on the horizon
they said good bye to their home
and sailed away
to what?? no one knew,,
off to america indeed they did roam

they had bid adieu to the tovarich
the nazi’s and the ss
and with in the first year they said hello
to my father,, the first son
of four, with which they were blessed

too soon the boys grew tall and strong
and each one took a wife
when grandfather went off
to be with god
nanna’s grandchildren became her life

she taught us life,, from the kitchen table
oft’ times a hint of whiskey on her breath
as she recounted her life
one lesson at a time
i never dreamed,, she would teach me death

yet, as i sit here now,, at her bedside
her frail, cool hand in mine
i whisper to her
all the lessons i learned
from the young girl, who grew up in gravelines

“it wont be long,, my dear one
till you can sleep every day in the sun
we will settle you down
in your own plot of ground
go,, there’s no more work to be done….”

the words “teach me death” i found in a post entitled so this is recovery, you claim (unfinished business) also by rick mobbs