THE OLD PEOPLE

My grandparents are in their nineties

Everyone watches them live when they see them

These people know they are watching Life

Unraveling a riddle not easily understood

Birth is one of the seven wonders of the world

Second is the old people; after breathing longer

In a world we just came up in alone with all

Music and kindness it came from my dead

The living was on hold in a state house instead

My grandparents are in their nineties

He sits two inches from the TV watching horses

Lose him money but fill his pocket with an urge to live

She is playing patience in her wheelie chair and table

She plays to win and wishes on her wins

For another day, no rain and that I’ll stay

My aunty phones in Koro’s bet  the race is on

She said I don’t understand why I am still alive

What are we waiting for why don’t we die

My grandfather laughs as if he’s heard a great joke

And it makes mountains happy to Live

My grandparents are in their nineties

She is forgetful it’s a game she likes to play

It helps her pain go away forgetting it

He is grumpy at her and the silly things she says

She shrugs and patiently continues playing patience

I cook food for them then watch them eat it

I put my best medicine in it I know I can’t leave

Still I do over and over into the source of my neuroses

Every time I leave my grandmother looks at me

Like it might be the last time and cries

I tell them not to think about going anywhere

I want them  there when I get back

They both smile; they  love a challenge.

TraceyTawhiao(c)2010