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Sunday, December 19, 2004


not to long now...
four more days of work and then on the plane I go... I really don't like planes. I went to my grandpa's house yesterday. I asked him how he was and he replies "waiting to die" lol he's so funny.. he didn't mean it to be funny but *shrug* he's old. he was sad cause I'm all grown up and have a kid, he said that I look kind of like grandma when she was young, she died when I was in fifth grade.. so long ago...
My grandma didn't like me.. she didn't like girls in general. always had some excuse to hit me. she even sprained my wrist once. But she had some mental problems. Despite that, I liked her, she always had stories about when she was young living on her dads farm eating watermelons in the sunshine, chasing chickens over a wooden plank, because her dad told her that that was how chickens layed eggs. lol

Now a poem on the spot (about my long past grandmother)

A summer ago,
maybe more,
there sat a girl by a watermelon vine,
she could feel the wind and through thick braids the streaming sunshine,
she'd remember this day, though she never tried to, so long from now.
to tell children the wonderous feeling of cool melon under trees in the yard.

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