by J. F. Longdon
i think of my Grandmother a lot. her very existence
where she is now and how she is
spirit? angel? a being with the brightest aura?
‘where do our loved ones go?’
the question pops in my mind again
‘heaven’
came the usual answer
‘but where do our loved ones go?’
came the usual follow-up question
do they feel our pain?
do they see everything clearly than before?
what was life like beyond the grave?
do they shake their heads at our iniquities?
and scream for us to do better?
or do their screams penetrate the walls of the Earth and we define ‘em as thunder?
i think of my Grandmother a lot
her body now completely one with the soil
‘where are you now Nana?’
the question pops in my mind again
‘heaven’
came the usual answer
‘but where are you really?’
came the usual follow-up question
do you feel my pain?
did you smile at the birth of your grand-baby?
did you watch as he was placed in the belly of his Mommy?
do you know who would be placed in my belly?
I look at the soil one more time and think of my Grandma.
Is that all you are now?
Ashes? Ashes? Ashes.
J. F. London is the Girl with the Long Legs. She skillfully tells tales through poems, prose and short films. The author of the current book TGWTLL hopes to write more if the gods will it. Fletcher as she is affectionately known within writing spaces aspires to be a web developer and is currently working towards that. She wears many hats—TGWTLL does not fit into one box and doesn’t conform. She prays you do not conform too. Hopefully she gets to become a Polaroid creative artist sometime soon.