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WHO ARE THEY

April 28, 2022
By Christine001 BRONZE, Xi'an, Other
Christine001 BRONZE, Xi'an, Other
2 articles 0 photos 6 comments

They’re the most plain ones who
you can always meet on
any unknown street
Owning nothing other than their names,
a few acquaintances,
two or three children
and children’s children.
They’re always the ones who
are hard to be remembered
 
They’re also the ones
accompanied mostly by photos
and memories
Having no pains
compared with those in truly deep sufferings
Having sour pains
Compared with their younger lives
They’re always the ones
who are waiting to be recalled
In wordless silence
 
They’re the ones
with immense of secrets
Secrets you never know
Secrets on how they were born,
how they grew up,
their first full-mark test paper,
their first job, first secret love
how they got birth to your mom and dad
why they cried, why they laughed
why they drank alcohol,
smiling or in tears
Or why they suddenly smoked one day.
They’re always the ones
sinking into the past
alone,
being the only audience to the play
 
They’re the ones who
you can read easily
In patience
In curiosity
In respect
In love
With twinkling eyes
With a glimmer of smile
With a nod, meaning paying attention
Give a hug, expressing support
Give a promise
that this kind of listening
is not the last
They’re always the ones
who will be simply satisfied
by these cozy moments,
the time spending
with generations of kids
who finally and
still
grow up
 
 


The author's comments:

This is a poem I wrote two years ago, when I got back from my hometown to the city I studied in. This is for my grandparents, my mom's mom and dad. I was actually raised by them when I was a little kid, but then I left, to learn the whole world, kind of 'forgetting them' at the same time. I wrote the verse, not for creating something, but purely for reminding myself of the feeling I sank into when I realized I missed them, my grandparents. It is really strange that though I always knew I loved my grandparents, in most of times when I was surrounded by new friends and the big world, they are even kind of ignored by me. It was at that night I suddenly got to know that they might leave my life one day, in silence, with lots of secrets I don't know. And I do want to know them not only as  'my grandparents' but more as two independent persons better. So I wrote these words, to push myself to listen to my dear grandparents carefully without any impatience, remembering every word and story they tell while they and I still get some time.


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on Sep. 1 2022 at 2:06 pm
Christine001 BRONZE, Xi'an, Other
2 articles 0 photos 6 comments
@Afra- Wow! Really! Thank you soooooooo much for encouraging me (because I haven't checked Teenink for a while, so I didn't see your comment~)

on Sep. 1 2022 at 2:03 pm
Christine001 BRONZE, Xi'an, Other
2 articles 0 photos 6 comments
Wow! Really! Thank you soooooooo much for encouraging me (because I haven't checked Teenink for a while, so I didn't see your comment~)

Afra DIAMOND said...
on May. 10 2022 at 12:40 pm
Afra DIAMOND, Kandy, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"A writer must never be short of ideas."
-Gabriel Agreste- (Fictional character- Miraculous)

I too love my grandparents so much...And I can feel every single word you wrote in this FANTABULOUS poem...You are an amazing writer...Just Keep writing!!!✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻