This is Me

I live for little moments. This is what the blog is about.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Choking on a Cherry

While you were choking on a cherry,
In the middle of a dappled country road,
I was twelve, and terrified
And stood at a distance, like
A block of stone, watching
The woman we were visiting
Pound your bent back with urgency.

(Grandmother told me how one summer
You almost choked on a teaspoonful
Of honey trickling slowly down your
Baby throat, and all she could do was
Watch)

When the cherry was propelled out
And you breathed back into life,
I too was catapulted from the
Dark nether regions of possible
Childhood tragedies into a fairly
Standard untraumatized adolescence,
Ushered in by a breath of relief –

Relief which, in retrospect, was only
Stalling for time, and blew up into
Smithereens, dispersed forever
When, twenty years later, I received
The news of your death, final
And irreversible, holding no
Hidden last-minute reprieves.



2 Comments:

Blogger Centigrado said...

Very beautiful poem Tijana, I really enjoyed it!, btw, the post that you already have above me, although quite flattering, and gramatically incorrect, contains a link to a site with a virus, so if you wish not to spread the joy of that user and also his bad grammar, I would delete it. :)

9:08 AM  
Blogger Tijana said...

ah, thanks -- for the commentm and for the advice! i was wondering about the comment... will delete it tout de suite :-)

3:01 AM  

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