The blessing By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
An almost ancient Korean woman once
repaid my kindness by pointing to me
and, in broken English, solemnly reciting
these words: "Grandparents die; parents die
you die." As anger reddened the faces
of my friends, I motioned for them to relax;
being familiar with her culture, I understood
the meaning of this seeming curse. The old woman
had intended it as a kind of prayer--that parents
in my family should never know the profoundly
bitter sorrow of outliving their own children.
I bowed my head in thanks.
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