Poetry endangers the established order of the soul - Plato
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As I walked down the streets of life I've met many people and seen many
sights. The place I call my home is the Earth with its Moon, Sun and Stars
to wonder at, with eclipses that can make a noon's day sky seem like dusk.
Many phenomena happen on this Earth that many of us for the most part are
unaware of. Black butterflies, under a white cloud, beneath a blue sky. Many
things we are aware of and wish would disappear: war, hate, hunger, fear,
broken hearts and death. But with life's joys also comes it pains, an
interlude of sorts; life is a stage and we are all players in the play of
What I remember the most as a child was the stories of death. My Grandmother
told me the stories of her life. These tales I never forgot because they
were carved on my heart like stone. When my Grandmother was a child, they
said she would never live to be a young woman. As a child she was weak and
sick most of the time. But like a small tree that is weak in the storm
endures, my Grandmother also endured the storms of life. Many tears, tears
of joy, sadness, disappointment, pain and loneliness. My Grandmother's
second child, Ruth, died at the age of three from diphtheria. Her beloved
husband, David, died of a hole in the heart caused by rheumatic fever,
leaving her with five small children. In my Grandmother's yard there was
only one kind of flower, it was Lily of the Valley, a low plant with a spike
of flowers. As a small child, I can remember looking out the windows at
lightning when it was storming; my Grandmother would say, 'Don't do that,'
and I would wonder why because I liked to watch it storm. In my
Grandmother's closet were many pictures; among them were funeral pictures. I
remember seeing the pictures at a young age and thinking, 'what is death?'
then I would get a very sad feeling and cry. My Grandmother told me tales of
war; in W.W. 06 she had three stars in her window, not heavenly stars, but
these were earthly stars caused by war. One son was in Egypt, one son was in
the Army, and one son was on a ship on the ocean where he saw the rainbow's
edge. Three stars in her window to stand for each son in the war. When the
war was over only two sons returned; one was a POW. My Grandmother told me
that she thought she would never see that son again. After two years she saw
him again. But like time, all things pass, even war. My Grandmother also
told me tales of the old country, of the Iron Curtain and of the holocaust
when people were burned in ovens. She told me about angels and that the most
powerful thing upon this earth was the written word because it can change
many things: injustice, ignorance and even war.
Also, the most unbreakable thing we possess is our human spirit. I learned
from my Grandmother that life is not fair and that life is always uncertain.
I thought of my Grandmother, Delphi Nichols, when the Iron Curtain came
falling down twenty years after her death. For all of life's dark sides, in
the spring a flower will bloom and all is almost forgotten.
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