24 July 2012
(Not A Poem!)
Everyone talks about how much they love thier grandfather clocks. Why a grandfather clock? I am ashamed of my grandfather. He ran out on my grandmother, left her in a dingy old apartment in the middle of the night and took everything but a big ol' grandfather clock with him. He left his pregnant wife to the wolves. What a gem. After my grandmother had her baby, she completely lost it. She had to work at a strip club for money, her things for clothes and food for her daughter, and yet, after all that, there wasn't a penny left not to pinch. It was domestic hell. Sooner then later, my Grandmother had another child; My uncle, Max. He wasn't planned. He was a suprise that jumped her in an alley way and left her naked, shivering in the winter, and penniless. She never told anyone. She powered through it, after losing most of her money, she quit her night job as a stripper so maybe she could spare some dignity, as well as some change. She worked all day and most of the night at her job at the laundromat, but during her breaks, she would literally run home to see her children, maybe spend some time with them. It's these precious moments, so rare and far between, that kept Grandma going. And yet, she kept the clock. The one her Ex gave her for her birthday. She could've sold it for big money, but she wanted to keep it, as the one pretty thing she could have in her messed up life. One day, when she could finally spare the time and money to visit a doctor, she found out she had lung cancer the size of a softball. She had been having severe chest pains and asked for a scan. She was hospitilized immediatly. My mom and uncle were notified, and by then my mom was 15 and old enough to take care of Max, who was 12. At least, the authorities thought so. They helped my mom and grandma take out life inserunce on grandma, and then Grandma wrote her will. Grandma fought like no one had before. She should've die the day she went to the doctor, but she managed to stick it out. She was in so much pain, so much agony, she simply was tired. So she slipped. Grandma died almost 2 days later. Her last words, with her friends from the laundromat, the market, the nurses, and her kids, crowded around her, were; "Death... Is yet another adventure, my dears." And with that, she smiled, and her world stopped cold. And so, i've written this story to praise my grandma. She passed down her big clock to my mom. It's now mine. My Grandmother Clock.
The Grandmother Clock • Opuss № I