Dreams and Family
by Laura Via
Friday, November 07, 2003
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This started off as being a dream state type write ... a yearning of sorts then the whole strength ideal kicked in and ended up being a poem thanking my Nanny & her mom Great Nanny for being the strong women they were. Northern German women are strong women! Stubborn too, to say the least.
If only I could see thy smile.
In my imagination, I can see
thee, that boyish grin. With
eyes lit up and lips parted
ear to ear. I can even hear
thine laughter there, in mine
dreams that is. For this is
where I dwell, most of the
time. It's safer there, away
from mine own living Hell.
Yes, there are serious moments
here. But, on a whim thou hath
gone from serious to laughter
within a breath! Cast that ever
contemplative look to me then
burst into laughter, so hard that
tears come to the eyes.
Yet, this is only in my dreams and
I so long to stay here, in these lost
dreams o' mine. Where laughter
staves off the tears of depression
I'm fighting, but my breakdown, it's
hidden. Thy cannot see it. I have
to hide it. This is no way to live! I
want to be held within arms that
comfort, not hate. I know that there
is more to life than what I have now.
I've tasted it!
Alas, I must retreat to within. I have
these words. I have merely an image
of such a grand and understanding soul.
I reach out with open arms and tremble,
within my own mind. I have strength to
share. Us German women, we are strong.
That is the lesson I have learned from
Thanks Nanny. Great Nanny, there is no
shame in our heritage. We rise up and
spit upon Hitler's shoe! We're in America,
and for that Lena Weber, I thank you so
very much for starting our family here with