My Grandmother’s House
My Grandmother’s House There is a house now far away where once I received love … That woman died, The house withdrew into silence, snakes moved Among books, I was then too young To read, and my blood turned cold like the moon How often I think of going There, to peer through blind eyes of windows or Just listen to the frozen air, Or in wild despair, pick an armful of Darkness to bring it here to lie Behind my bedroom door like a brooding Dog… you cannot believe, darling, Can you, that I lived in such a house and Was proud, and loved…. I who have lost My way and beg now at strangers’ doors to Receive love, at least in small change?
My Grandmother’s House There is a distant home where I once lived I felt cared for … That woman is gone, The house became quiet, and the snakes slithered I was too young to understand the books I couldn't read, and I felt a chill in my veins I often think about leaving There, to look closely through the dark windows or Just pay attention to the cold air, Or in deep sadness, gather a load of Darkness to bring it here to rest In the back of my sleeping room like a thoughtful Pet… you can't imagine, my dear, Can you believe that I lived in such a home and Felt satisfied and cared for…. I who have misplaced My path and now ask at unknown entryways to Accept care, even if just a little?