sarah. (you’re the poet in my heart-)*

sarah helen simmons
22 october 1926 – 28 december 2006
it’s been five years since sarah (sarah-spelled-with-an-“h”) died. my grandmother. 1825 days since i saw her last. i remember getting the call from my dad to come now. christmas over, but just barely…lights on the tree persevering, twinkling and dancing as if they somehow still mattered. i left in a daze, didn’t pack clothes for a funeral, don’t remember being driven to the airport. shock? i booked the first flight out and headed to alabama. she waited until i got there and died as i held her hand.

i’m not sure if i thought about where i would be five years from that year — 2006 — but i know i am closer. i know that my intentions are right, my aim is true. i know the people i surround myself with are some of the best people on this pale blue dot. i know that my hair is a lot longer (and darker). i know that what is right for me may not be right for you and that is okay. i know that people show you who they are really quickly – best to believe them. i know that there are only two kinds of jeans that i prefer: acne and jbrand. i know that my parents love me very much. i know that pretty is as pretty does. i know that my spiritual evolution has been profound — not perfect, but profound. i know that fear isn’t always factual. i know that a smile from a complete stranger gives me a sense of happiness and peace. i know enough to know that everything i know could possibly be totally wrong. i know how it feels when a friend turns on you. i know that thoughts really do become things. i know that if i run at least 20 miles a week, i feel better. i know that in order to know you, i need to ask more questions and not talk so much. i know that people are mostly good. i know that there a places around the globe i want to get to soon. i know that i really don’t dig getting too caught up in anyone else’s bullshit. i know that blaming someone else for your problems is futile; they really don’t care what you think most times. i know that my grandmother would be proud of who i have become. i know that no matter ‘who/what/when/where or why’, i need to strive to keep my side of the street clean. i know that i love rap music and to it, i love to dance. i know that i won’t always do the right thing all the time, but i do try. i know that having two or three really really really good friends is better than have 100+ acquaintances. i know that life isn’t always easy. i know that my reaction to people/places/things is directly proportionate to my happiness. i know the cost of a lost cause. i know the best is yet to come. i know you. thank you for reading my blog. and happy new year, too.


*never change and don’t you ever stop…
©littlebrownbutterfly


3 Thoughts on “sarah. (you’re the poet in my heart-)*

  1. just lovely, Lisa

  2. I’ll second that.

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