I begin my first day of work at Borders tomorrow and I am ecstatic!! I have been applying to the Borders in Bloomington for about 8 years with no success and the second I get HERE, I get the job I've always wanted to have. WHAT THE HELL?! Thanks fate, but really?? HERE?!?! While I'm not very fond of being here, I'm looking forward to the job (not only because I'll be surrounded by books but because I won't have to spend my days surrounded by...well, this 'spacious closet' of a room). Perhaps, I'll make some friends. I don't have any of those here yet, and that's pretty upsetting. Sure, I hang out with BRANDON'S friend but in the end, I'm just there because I'm 'Budzon's girlfriend'. Some of them have been very kind and nice; others, not so much. Hopefully, that will change soon.
Anyways, since I just got a new job (and because we're EXTREMELY poor), I won't be able to go to New York to see my grandmother for her surprise 70th birthday party. I mean, I should be there...we call her Miga. (Mee-gah) I GAVE HER THIS NAME...I should be there!!! Right?! Right. (And seriously, I did give her that name when I was just a young lass because I couldn't say 'grandmother' so I somehow came up with Miga and being her Angel Face, she let it stick. For years I fought with anyone who attempted to call her 'Janet' because what the fuck is that?! Her name couldn't be 'Janet'!! It's Miga!!) In her honor, my aunt wants me to write a poem that she can print off and have sitting at each table setting for everyone to see. I came up with the following poem, but I don't like it. It needs major editing, so that's my goal for this week. So, Miga...Happy Birthday!!! I love you more than anything...you're my number one and I hope your birthday rocks!!! : )
Our Miga: An Ode of Thanks
*dedicated to Janet "MIGA!!!" Balbo
When your mind
grazes over her,
the thoughts are filled
to the brim
with grins and comfort.
She holds the beauty
that radiates within us.
Her strength is what
keeps us going,
moving us forward
like a steady stream
bouncing over fish caves
and climbing over
rocks and pebbles
as the pearly white stratus
skipping across treetops,
watching over us
with constant, evergreen eyes.
My mother came from her.
So did yours, remember?
She birthed roses; princesses.
Her brilliance was reborn
in us.
We carry all that she is
and everything she has been.
Her sacrifices have been many
but she has prevailed
and made the Gods
rethink themselves,
for how could such divinity
be left on this earth?
She holds a plethora
of titles, but her soul
is Miga.
She knows this.
We have known
only this.
And will it ever desist?
Never.
Her faults are few
but they show us
how perfect she is
by being imperfect.
And her legacy will
live on...through you,
through me,
and through all of the mere mortals
whose lives have been
so graciously touched
by the hands of
our Miga.
A. Lynne June 21, 2010
