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Minnie Remembers
by Donna Swanson

Monday, February 20, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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An old lady sits alone in her room and remembers. Awarded the Golden Eagle Film award in '77 and reprinted hundreds of times since it was written in '74, 'Minnie' was shared on AD shortly after being written.

 MINNIE REMEMBERS 


God, my hands are old.
I've never said that out loud before,
          but they are.
I was so proud of them once.
They were soft
like the velvet smoothness of a firm, ripe peach.
Now the softness is more like worn-out sheets
or withered leaves.
When did these slender, graceful hands
become gnarled, shrunken claws?
When, God?
They lie here in my lap,
naked reminders of this body
 that has served me too well.

How long has it been since someone touched me?
Twenty years?
Twenty years I've been a widow;
Respected
Smiled at,
But never touched.
Never held so close that loneliness
was blotted out.

I remember how my mother used to hold me, God.
When I was hurt in spirit or in flesh,
she would gather me close,
stroke my silky hair
and caress my back with her warm hands.
O God, I'm so lonely!

I remember the first boy who ever kissed me.
We were both so new at that.
The taste of young lips and popcorn,
the feeling inside of mysteries to come.

I remember Hank and the babies.
How else can I remember them but together?
Out of the fumbling, awkward attempts of new lovers

came the babies.
And as they grew, so did our love.
And God, Hank didn't seem to mind
if my body thickened and faded a little.
He still loved it and touched it.
and we didn't mind if we were no longer beautiful.
And the children hugged me a lot.
O God, I'm lonely.

God, why didn't we raise the kids to be silly
and affectionate
as well as dignified and proper?

You see, they do their duty.
They drive up in their fine cars.
They come to my room and pay their respects.
They chatter brightly and reminisce.
But they don't touch me.
They call me "Mom"
or "Mother"
or "Grandma".

Never Minnie.
My mother called me Minnie.
So did my friends.
Hank called me Minnie, too.
But they're gone now,
And so is Minnie.
Only Grandma is here.
And God, she's lonely!

c.1974, Donna Swanson/ SPLINTERS OF LIGHT


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Reviewed by richard cederberg 2/22/2012
A moving lament. Filled with palpable and affecting imagery. peace to you ... richard



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