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Unsung Heroes (excerpt) -- Part II: Remedios (standard:poetry, 1510 words) [2/2] show all parts | |||
Author: Victor D. Lopez | Added: Jun 18 2013 | Views/Reads: 2343/1738 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
This second excerpt from my longest free verse poem concerns my maternal grandmother's struggle to keep her family together through unimaginable tragedy in post Civil War Spain and beyond. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story Your cataracts and near sightedness made it difficult for you to read, But you read voraciously nonetheless, and loved to write long letters to loved ones And friends. You were a wise old woman, the wisest and strongest I will ever Know, but one with the heart of a child and the soul of an angel. You were the most sane, most rational, most well adjusted human being I have ever known. You were mischievous, but incapable of malice. You were adventurous, never afraid to try or to learn anything new. You were fun-loving, interesting, kind, rambunctious, funny and smart as hell. You would have been an early adopter of all modern technology, had you lived Long enough, and would have loved playing—and working—with all of my electronic toys. You would have been a terror with a word processor, email, and social media and would Have loved my video games—and beaten me at every one of them. We were great friends and playmates throughout most of my childhood. You followed Us here soon after we immigrated in 1967, leaving behind 20 other Grandchildren. I never understood the full measure of that sacrifice, or the love that made it Bearable for you. I do now. Too late. It is one of the greatest regrets of my life. We played board games, cowboys and Indians, raced electric cars, flipped Baseball cards and played thousands of hands of cards together. It never Occurred to me that you were the least bit unusual in any way. I loved you Dearly but never went far out of my way to show it. That too, I learned too late. After moving to Buenos Aires, when mom had earned enough money to take You and her younger brothers there, the quota system then in place made it Impossible to send for your two youngest children, whose care you entrusted Temporarily to your eldest married daughter, Maria. You wanted them with you. Knowing no better, you went to see Evita Peron for Help. Unsurprisingly, you could not get through her gatekeepers. But you were Nothing if not persistent. You knew she left early every morning for her office. And you parked yourself there at 6:00 a.m., for many, many days by her driveway. Eventually, she had her driver stop and motioned for you to approach. “Grandmother, why do you wave at me every morning when I leave for work?” She asked. You explained about your children in Spain. She took pity and Scribbled a pass on her card to admit you to her office the next day. You met her there and she assured you that a visa would be forthcoming; When she learned that you made a living by cleaning homes and washing Clothing, She offered you a sewing machine and training to become a Seamstress. You thanked her but declined the offer. “Give the sewing machine to another mother with no trade. My strong back and Hands serve me well enough and I do just fine, as I have always done.”Evita must Have been impressed for she asked you to see her yet again when the children had arrived in Buenos Aires, giving you another pass. You said you would. You kept your word, as always. And Evita granted you another brief audience, Met your two youngest sons (José and Emilio) and shared hot chocolate and Biscuits with the three of you. You disliked and always criticized Peron and the Peronistas, But you never forgot Evita's kindness and defended her all your life. You were gone too quickly. I had not said “I love” you in years. I was too busy, With school and other equally meaningless things to keep in touch. You Passed away without my being there. Mom had to travel by herself to your Bedside for an extended stay. The last time I wrote you I had sent you a picture. It was from my law school graduation. You carried it in your coat pocket before the stroke. As always, you loved me, with all of my faults that made me Unworthy of your love. I knew the moment that you died. I awoke from a deep sleep to see a huge White bird of human size atop my desk across from my bed. It opened huge Wings and flew towards me and passed through me as I shuddered. I knew then that you were gone. I cried, and prayed for you. Mom called early the next day with the news that you had passed. She also Told me much, much later that you had been in a coma for some time but that You awoke, turned to her without recognizing her, and told her that you were Going to visit your grandson in New York. Then you fell asleep one last time. I miss you every day. From Of Pain and Ecstasy: Collected Poems (C) 2011 Victor D. Lopez (Amazon Kindle and CreateSpace) Free audio files with my sample readings of selected poems from my Of Pain and Ecstasy collection, including a longer excerpt of this poem, can be found at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCGA9jqMarpGQdW3Zj6X1CZw Tweet
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