To the Farm
This series of haikus was written about my Grandma. She is a lovely, strong minded woman whose love has carried me through some of the hardest periods of my life. I will forever be grateful for having her as the crown jewel of my family.
February 10, 2020
When I go visit my Grandma
Prairie fields turn to deep green forests
While paved roads give way to gravel paths
Life out here is different
Where every living piece plays a role in something greater
And at night the coyotes cry to the moon
When my Grandma laughs, she glows
And when she tells a story her eyes paint half the picture
While WrestleMania plays in the background
I once bought a Ray Price record from a thrift store
I went home and had the record on before my shoes came off
The music took me back through time to the days of Shorty Bear
My life was salvaged by her love
Her voice alone could stop those running tears
She is the brightest star in my life’s sky