The Last Two and Half Weeks of May

While reading the passages from the end of May my heart really got to beating over a big mistake I made.  This is not Babu’s Junior year, this is her Senior year!  I was starting to get the hints as I was reading about her class ring and pictures, but I’ve done the math and…

Two Thoughts on Caretaking

 Take time for yourself.  Certainly the biggest cliche of them all, but the most difficult one, for me.  I trained myself recently in a small way that matters.  Babu has “dinner” at 3:30-4:00.  On days when my husband and I are both working we have someone “cover” for us and that person usually needs to…

Caretaking Haiku

5-7-5 for you traditional types:   Boney, Arthritic hugs.  The strongest and longest I’ve ever gotten.   Her face gets big and happy when I now know what her Polish words mean.   Feel like a complete failure- ran out of oatmeal Not even aware.   She learns we don’t have oatmeal today, waves quick…

Classy, Snappy, and No Dumbbell!

Babu read the new set of passages and remembered a girl in her journal named Jenny and corrected the spelling of her last name.  She still has so much of her memory but wont believe it!  She even sometimes calls herself a “dumbbell,”  which is far from the truth.  She remembered that Jenny lived not…

The First and Second Week of May

The passages that start May are exciting and seem to be a little magical.  Maybe I’m just being too sentimental or it’s because as Spring is starting in 1935, it’s also begun here! All of the excitement of a school year coming to a close is buzz-buzzing in her passages.  They have gotten their class…

The Fourth Week of April, 1935

Babu has caused Drobey – “Caveman” – not to be able to sleep.  Teddy is his ambassador, bringing messages, and potato chip bags back and forth.  Babu’s written reaction to this?  “Bunk.” She writes a lot about piano lessons.  Her teacher is getting lessons her self and now things are much more strict in class….

The Doors in This House 4/3/16

In this house I must keep fighting with the porch door, They close all throughout this house but don’t latch. The only way to win is to slam it hard And wiggle the handle wildly. He wakes from the other room, It’s past noon And is yelling at the sound. We aren’t sleeping well Too…

The Gift That on Most Days She Hasn’t Lost 4/3/16

The Gift That on Most Days She Hasn’t Forgotten 4/3/16 As she continues to translate the prayer From Polish to English One of the ones her father taught her In his slow and deliberate way My mind is not with her. Neither knowing Polish or the lord, I use the long time as she closes…

Babu and Her Father

When I showed the second week of April to Babu it was really the last passage, Sunday, that we spent the most time on.  At first I tried to prod her about Drobey AKA “Caveman” and I think the only way I’ll ever know is if I ever find the previous year’s diary.   All…

Maps to Where She’s Been

April is National Poetry Month!  My mind seemed to have forgotten by not my fingers.  I’ve been producing a lot of poems lately.  I thought I’d share! Maps to Where She’s Been She fears the murky places in her memory, Places she can no longer go. Ancient cartographers would have simply scrawled “There be dragons”…