An Exercise in Futility
I asked my grandfather once, "Why do you tend our garden?
After you are gone, your crops will drown in unmerciful torrents of rain,
The sun will scorch your delicate leaves, and your bluebells,
tomatoes, and snapdragons, withered, shriveled treasures on the vine."

Later, I asked my grandmother, "Why do you sew patches on our clothes?
When you have left this world and can no longer grasp a needle and thread,
The integrity of your cloth, so lovingly repaired, will tatter and shred,
And we will be naked, exposed in the despair of your absence."

In the helium glow of the afternoon, lounging on a downy blanket of green,
I turned my face up toward my father to inquire, "Daddy, why do you mow our grass?
If I am ever to become orphaned, and you are not here to show me how
The confused tundra will ensnare me, and I will not be able to find my way out."

That night, as my mother brought down the moon for my night-light
And pulled the covers up to my chin, I stared up into a mirror-reflection of my face.
"Mommy," I said, "Why did you fall in love with daddy? Someday when I bury you in the ground
Your mortal bonds, lost under the cold Earth, will only be a memory in my head."

She smiled at me then as she stroked my hair, her eyes a beacon on the sea of my uncertainty.
With these words she squeezed my hand, a mother's all-knowing touch,
"My sweet one, love exists so that after we're gone and our bodies are only ash
We still have you to carry on; clearing a way to your childrens' future,
Sewing patches on the tapestry of humanity, and creating beauty to be seen.
So that life, and all its simple ways, might go on."

kayla97068   kayla97068 wrote
on 6/23/2009 8:55:45 PM
frederic- Thank you. I am so glad that you like it. kewlbluetiger- Thank you! Your comment is so kind, and your words mean a lot to me. Believe it or not, I actually wrote this piece in about 5-10 minutes. It's been something that was floating around in my head for a while, and today I finally decided to put it down. But again, I really appreciate your wonderful feedback, and I am honored to be on your friends list here. Take care! -Kayla

frederic   frederic wrote
on 6/23/2009 5:33:55 PM
I, in no way, can dislike this poem. I especially like the meaningfulness you end on. That is why life is worth living.

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writing kayla97068
There is a balance of life; for every positive there will be a negative, and with every negative soon will come a positive. If you hold on long enough through all the bad, you'll be able to find something wonderful and cherish it all that much more.
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