Prairie Grass
Prairie grass waves over the spot where my parents’ house used to be. Its roof was blown away in a tornado years ago and the house leveled, the basement filled in. What physical remnants of my past remain beneath this dirt I’ll never know as members of the family were all far-distant when the tornado hit and no one ever went to clear out items stored in the basement. I’m told townspeople came in and scavenged in the basement before it was filled in. A friend took my childhood books for her children. I have no idea where other letters, books, trophies and assorted treasures from my past ended up. Perhaps they are buried there.
Across the dirt road is the cemetery where we all will lie beneath prairie grass one day. Yes, I was moved to tears both by the beauty and the inevitability that all our fuss and bother will result in this simplicity. We rise from the earth, feed on it and in return are fed upon. No person is so special as to survive the inevitable leveling force of nature.
The Word of the Day prompt is “Grass.”
A very moving poem Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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so sad about your house and memories stored in basement that are gone as well. Made me so sad. Gorgeous prairie land and a lovely final resting place. It is comforting to think of sacred family bones being together in such an awesome place. Spirits may commune. We dont know. Id love to be placed by my mom but it won’t happen.
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I had already removed some, as had my sisters. When I look at memorabilia I’ve amassed in my life, I realize that there was nothing left there I really needed, although I regret some of the things my sister had which her kids didn’t know the significance of and got rid of when she passed away.
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wide open spaces with grass.
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Maybe one day, someone will find your buried treasures and cherish them forever.
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