Lillian's Granddaughter

Lillian's Granddaughter

Lillian's granddaughter
is an incessant
chatterer.
Just the same as
Lillian.

Granddaughter
poignantly explained
to anyone who would
listen
that she would
never
be like Lillian.
The need to
share
so many
thoughts
running through
the mind.
The desire to
discover
others thoughts
during the course
of a
conversation.
Perhaps,
the anxious need
to cover up the
unwanted,
awkward gaps
of space and time
which can occur
unannounced
and
uncalculated
in conversation.

Lillian's granddaughter
is an incessant
chatterer.
Just the same as
Lillian.

Granddaughter
has found the
good
in this skill.
The ability to
entertain
friends and family
through the steady
stream
of talk.
In moments of
sadness
using her words to
uplift
those around her
with stories and
memories of
happiness
and good times.
Unbridled, in-depth
discussions
among colleagues;
feeding minds and
offering new
ideas.

Lillian's granddaughter
is an incessant
chatterer.
Just the same as
Lillian.

With this
comes a new
kind of
love and
appreciation.

Comments

Wanda Brown said…

I loved reading this and loved the repeating lines. It is lucky for many that some granddaughters are just like their grandmothers.

18/3/11 6:06 PM

Michelle said…

Heather,
What a terrific flowing fountain of words! I heard this as a poetry slam, like the one that Penny Kittle shared on Monday. I love the repeated phrases, and how the explanations of how they are alike mimics the constant flow of chatter from Lillian's granddaughter.
-Michelle

18/3/11 10:36 PM

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