A Regular Girl

I want a girl who is good
and is pretty
Not so blame good that she cannot be witty.
I want a girl who is saving and thrifty
But not so stingy she cannnot dress nifty.
I want a girl who will talk
well, of course,
Not one who talks till she talks herslf hoarse,
I don't want a pinnin, a peach or a pearl--
But what I do want is a regular girl.




That is what Grandma was who passed just away.
She lived til a hundred and just a few more days.
Today we just sold her last few things away.


So my dad called and said her condo sold. Too fast. She died just before Christmas and I'm not sure I'm ready yet to let go. I was with her when she passed and it was time for her but not for me. There is that thing about the woman who is just a generation away from mom. There is that space. That glorious space that lets you just be loved and not the rest.

I have always been the keeper of the family history. My house is adorned with images of generations gone long ago in there heavy wood frames. My bathroom is adorned with the naked ladies left from my great uncle Gus, her brother. It's not porn... there are from "naturalist magazines". Grandma and Gus came to Canada just after the turn of the last century. And I still have so many things I want to talk to them about.

I miss them so.
I hope they know they are always with me.