Grandmother
by Shonita Stevenson 10/30/90, Belmont Shore, CA
Catagory: Volume 1, Issue 3 and 4 MARCH/APRIL1999
Grandmother
Shonita Stevenson
Knowing where you are relaxes my spirit to be still. I was once restless just knowing of your discomfort, that you needed your release to come quick. I begin to reminisce of young childhood thoughts of me, that little girl sitting on your high-back living room couch. I sat patiently in that big roomy house, old and somewhat tattered looking but it was yours, Grandmother.
I remember that girl sitting on the couch, as she was being watched from above, on the pink living room wall of pictures. Those three men looking down on me, their eyes seemed to follow you, if you moved around or perhaps fell asleep. They reminded me of once three forgotten Kings, so dark, dim, weary and scoping with a real concern.
Yes, I remember well, Grandmother…You would sing from your old brown attached service porch, washing yesterday’s clothes and hanging out the damp ones to dry on the clothesline in the backyard. Your cupboards were full of all your favorite canned goods. I remember well... The shopping cart you pushed from the grocery store four miles away. You were strong with willingness and all your better days are behind you. Contentment came early for you.
The hymns of old Baptist church songs were sung from your lips, as you were around the house. But, now everything is clear to me - I see the Lord has looked on you and borrowed time has elapsed. Yet, I hear the Lord say, "I will come in a twinkling and pain will be no more". So, he came. Now, I know you are home and safe away from this place. Now, I can rejoice! “To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord”. 2 Corinthians 5:8
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