Walking with giants- number two..

May poetry number six. I was writing poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy.

Walking with giants- number two

I am sixty-three years old and I am the senior person in a large family. I try to be like my grandmothers. They had the heart of gold and always a kind word for me.

My Grandmother Beulah was a five foot woman who was strong and she loved her children, her grandchildren. She would awake early and she would make a big breakfast for me and my sister. I still yearn for her cornbread and her biscuits and gravy. Her and my grandfather were snow-birds. Left in November for Florida and they returned in April. I remember she told me when I was leaving for war. "Better to be a chicken than a dead hero. We lost so many to the old wars." She would tell me often. "Easier to fix problems with sugar and honey. Anger doesn't fix problems. Only create separation." In my dream, I am in her house and I am a small boy. I see her and my grandfather. I know I am walking with giants, who protected and cared for me. Every night at 8pm. She would make me and my sister. Ice cream in a bowl with many cherries. I try to be kind like her.

Grandmother Antoinette was beautiful and strong Ojibwa woman. She ensured we were safe and in her eyes. She was our mother bear. Her and my grandfather Reyes would always we had everything we needed. I remember holding her hand and walking near the lakes. She had a hard life and she never complained. She told me often. "Please Johnnie, love your children and don't hold on to hate. Hate will kill your happiness."

She never told me her whole story about her life and maybe she needed to forget. She taught me. Have a home where the children feel safe and teach them well. Show them the forest, show them the great lakes and to be kind to each other. I remember, sitting at her feet. She was a wonder, a angel to me. She a giant.

Grandma Beulah and Grandpa Antoinette are in heaven now. Grandma Antoinette still whispered in my ear when I am stressed-out. You will be okay Johnnie.

Now I try to be the safe place, a kind voice for my grandchildren. I was a student once and today I am the teacher. We must be careful what we say and what we do. The children are watching us.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading and the comment.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love this one. You had wonderful family to keep and and help you find your best.
I remember my grandparents and their ways and try to emulate them.
We are raising two grandkids: Peyton, she is a real spitfire and her cousin Gage who is autistic. They are both 13( poor us ). 🙂 I try to help them heal deep hurts and/ or except what is broken and make it work in their behalf.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are doing something wonderful. I help my family all I can. The children will remember. Thank you for reading and the comment dear Cherrie.