Long Time, No Blog...(And a poem for my Miga!)

Ok, ok...so, it's been forever since I last posted something worth reading here. Tonight shall be no exception!!! However, since I have recently relocated to South Bend, a town I'm not too fond of, into a house I'm not too fond of, I feel it's only necessary to start blogging again in order to keep myself SANE.

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