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    dots Submission Name: Virginiadots

    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 295
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
    Total Views: 959
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
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       This poem could quite kill me if my grandmother ever saw it. However, she wouldn't remember reading it five minutes later. This... wow. I hate the way it's written, but the way it's written is the way it is.

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    I am old.
    I am a woman.
    And therefore, I am an old woman?
    My body is old.
    My body is that of a woman.
    Therefore, I have an old womanís body.
    But I am not an old woman.

    I live with my son and his wife and his daughter.
    I think they love me, but Iím not sure sometimes.
    I can never seem to please them.
    I donít understand why itís never enough.

    I tell my son about when he was a boy.
    I tell his wife about how good dinner was.
    I tell his daughter that her hair is so pretty.

    But Iím always wrong.
    My son smiles at me and nods,
    As if I donít know what Iím talking about.
    His wife looks at me strangelyÖ
    Maybe she doesnít like compliments on her cooking.
    And his daughter is the worst.
    The worst!

    She scowls at me when I say hello,
    She acts as if Iím an idiot.
    She treats me like a child.
    Maybe I am a child.
    Thatís what they say.

    I hear my family whispering in the kitchen,
    That it wonít be much longer, so they must take care.
    Soon this disease will take much more than my memory.
    I will do worse than leave washed dishes dirty,
    And put forks away where the spoons go,
    And put lettuce in my chili.
    Worse than act like a child.

    They say I canít do anything for myself.
    They wash my clothes for me, so I wash them again.
    They say Iím basically a child, so I throw tantrums.
    They say Iím an old woman and theyíll take care of me,
    But Iím not old!
    Iím a child in an old womanís body.

    Submitted on 2004-11-07 18:26:43     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      i think this poem has a good central idea. i think you could also point out how she has lived for so long but hasnt lived in years. you could also talk about how she has gone from full cycle from child to adult and back to child. you could also raise the question of what she should do to live again.
    | Posted on 2004-11-07 00:00:00 | by thetruegoldend | [ Reply to This ]

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