Day 17 — Rubble and Memories — 40 days of Writing, Spring Session

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Weird dream about Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
It happened right before I woke up.
I was wandering through the house;
Walls had been knocked down.
Chuck was with me.
There were some chunks of sea bass — I took one;
I put it in plastic and slipped it into my purse,
Wondering if it’s still considered stealing
if Grandma and Grandpa have been dead over 32 years.
Cats were nearby, lounging;
They weren’t bothering the sea bass

I woke up wondering what the dream was about;
The house isn’t even there anymore.
We drove by it seven years ago,
and it had just been leveled.
There were piles of rubble,
Splintered lumber in piles.
I took my memories with me
Long before the destruction.

Grandma and Grandpa’s house
Where you woke up to the smells of
Bacon, sausage, ham, biscuits,
Scrambled eggs.
Cactus in the garden.
A goldfish pond that cats sat nearby.
We spent Christmas Eve there, always.
Houseful of tears the day my father died.
Grandma sold Avon,
And let me play in her Avon closet

Funny how, as a small child, you don’t
always recognize money, or lack of,
Especially when you are made to feel so loved.
Unconditional love, so it seemed,
Without even knowing what “unconditional” meant.
Grandma and Grandpa’s house
In the (then) small town of Brentwood, CA
The smells of breakfast and Avon products
Permeating my senses,
The smells are gone, but the memories remain.
Forever engrained.

About kdanek17

A work in progress. Radio personality and voiceover artist. I love cooking, entertaining, and being with friends & family (which includes my dogs).
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