brick

in her last week she complained
someone had put a brick under her pillow
to stop her sleeping
shifted and griped through the night
a brick under the pillow

tired of tiredness
tired being the only one who’d listen
mad at the absurd princess and the pea
mad at the thief taking my champion
and ashamed of my bitterness
it came to me how i might sweeten what remained

fetched a brick from the shed
slipped it under the pillow when her head was turned
nudged her to attention removed and showed it
with great ceremony and said ‘Gran you’re right
someone did put a brick under the pillow’

she smiled and settled deep and small
almost not there

42 thoughts on “brick

  1. Thank you, Kim.
    Just a thought; i believe the book is available on Amazon
    but at twice the price Lulu has it. i never sanctioned the Amazon
    thing, they must be a law all unto themselves and i’m surprised and annoyed they charge double.

    john

    • Thank you, Chris.
      My grandmother was 93 when she passed away after a hard life and 12 children.
      She was made of stern stuff.
      Chris, again, thank you for the wonderful support

      Ever

      john

  2. Brother John – Wonderful, touching poem, from “gran’s” uncomfortable death bed,
    “in her last week she complained
    someone had put a brick under her pillow”,

    and you (the loving grandson)
    “mad at the absurd princess and the pea/
    mad at the thief taking my champion”,

    to your loving solution,

    “it came to me how i might sweeten what remained

    fetched a brick from the shed
    slipped it under the pillow when her head was turned”

    I smiled with gran as she, “settled deep and small
    almost not there”.

    comforted by love.

    One of my favorites. Such touching words of our human condition!

  3. Our individual perceptions overwhelm the realities and become truth if we like it or not. We act out our lives in response to perceptions with truth mercifully intervening at times to save us from ourselves. “So let it be written so let it be done”. She was a key to who you are and you loved her dearly and she you. John my dear friend you have penned another entertaining and interesting poem of life for me to savor Jon Michael

  4. Ah! Moved me to tears, my friend John!
    I am taking care of my Mom who will be 90 soon. This story has quite a few lessons in it for me!
    Hope you are well, John. I was so happy to see you in my email 😉
    Much love ❤

    • A true experience, Joan. My grandmother was 93 when she passed away
      after a hard life and 12 children all of whom survived.
      Thank you for the great support

      Much love

      john

  5. This is truly moving, John. My mom passed away six years ago at the age of 90, and my dad went to be with her last August at the age of 97. It’s so surreal and hard to know my parents are gone in a physical sense. My sisters and I know they’re watching over us, though, and content that they’re together again. Life has its challenges, doesn’t it?
    Again, beautiful writing…
    Lauren

  6. When did we become the grownups?

    What a beautiful, attentive solution. You actually listened before trying to reassure her. May I have someone like you when it’s my time. Not remotely ready yet, in spite of being exhausted for28+ years now, but I will remember this, and your gentle words, a long time.

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