Where will the wedding supper be?Way down yonder in a hollow tree . . .
I remember how we laughed, I tell me grandmotherand she smiles and says,
I got my grandfather's easy way. MaybeI know this when I'm laughing. MaybeI know it when I think of Daddyand he feels close enoughfor me to lay my head against his shoulder.
We look at the picture without talking.Sometimes, I don't know the words for things,how to write down the feeling of knowingthat every dying person leaves something behind.
what's left behindYou've got your daddy's easy way,my grandmother says to me, holdingthe picture of my grandfatherin her hands. I watch you withyour friends and see him all over again.
Two peas in a pod we were.
Because you laugh just like him. Two peas in a pod, you were.
I have chosen this poem because it has a very meaningful background to me. I lost someone who is special to me in my life as well. She would always cheer me up and comfort me when I needed her. She was the light in my life. This poem is a way that she was talking about her loss just the same way I talk about mine.