31 Days of Poetry – Day 13 – GRANDMOTHER’S POT – by LKG

Grandma,
Forgive me that I can only express myself perfectly in English:
But this is what I brought from that trip to the stream.
The trip you consented to
so we could have water available for use at home
the trip you warned me about
since I wasn’t the first to go on such
and my predecessors rather didn’t return from
or
didn’t come back to you
but all had one thing in common:
they broke your pot.

And now Grandma,
I too have broken the pot.

Grandma,
at the stream,
I was told
to stay back and fetch all the water I needed
but
never come back to you!

I refused, Grandma
and they said your pot is of inferior quality.
They trashed your meals,
called your teachings shit
and our tongue:
the one you pride so much in,
primitive…

Grandma,
I really didn’t want to drop your pot,
but I did
and Grandma
my tongue got tied
rilling rockingly right on foreign rolls
while the noisy whispers of your warnings echoed around

And now, Grandma
I too have broken the pot

Grandma,
I was told what is worth doing is worth it well,
and the tightness of my tongue only gets tighter-
but while these foreign rolls try to get me further farther
I promise, Grandma
that I will try with all my might
to rejoin
the broken pieces
of your treasured pot.

Source: Enigmatic Global Concept

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