My mother and my grandparents in Syria |
My mother and my grandparents barely made it out with their lives. My grandmother suffered greatly, losing 5 children through starvation, lack of services, water, and being displaced from their homeland. My grandmother lost her first child in the desert of Hauran, south of Damascus, (now a part of Jordan).
My grandmother never wore earrings. After my mother passed away I found a short story she had written about how my grandmother had many nice things after her marriage, but had to sell them all. Even her ruby earrings were torn off by Turkish soldiers.
While reading all these things and chronicling all these events, my heart poured out to my grandmother and I wrote her the following poem.
When I look in your eyes
I see another world
I am safe, I am secure
But you are not
If I could, I would travel in time
To be there
To hold your hand
To catch your tears
That travel from here to there and back again
Tears are not held in time
In the glistening tear drops
A memory is held
Trapped forever
And then you are there
Amid the bombs, the hate
Cowering and covering, protecting your young
The tears travel back again, to the present, to the
now
While I peer and glimpse
Curious
Yet I cannot understand
I am safe, I am secure
But you are not
The tears gush
I cock my head, hoping to know
But the portal is closed to me
For you it is wide open
You utter in words I never learned
I walk away for I am safe and I am secure
And now I return, but the tears have taken you
And the portal has slammed the door shut
Forgive me Grandmama
I never learned, I never understood
The portal calls and beckons
For me to learn, for me to understand
With my tiny hands, I will shove, I will heave
The massive stone taunts me
The portal beckons, I twist and turn and squeeze
Through the sliver of an opening
I will find the bones and bury them
Vehanoush,
Krikor,
Marie,
Mary,
The stillborn
I will find your tears
and mix them with the dry, clay earth
burned by the heat
mixed with the hatred of men
For you, Grandmama,
I will understand
Shirley Kalashian
April 27, 2007
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Mamasita, you are just the sweetest. I'm sure she is proud of everything you are doing ot keep the family history alive.
ReplyDeleteI love you, honey bunnie, she would have adored you
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