when it's done… it's done

"take what you want

      and when it's done... it's done"

that is what she would say

        

i don't know what she had

       for herself

    desires

         dreams

she gave

     herself away

       to those she loved

she liked to mend things

patching torn clothes

    even if

        some of the gaping holes

              were far to large

        to patch

      she would try

how many pairs of jeans

     with unbendable knees i had

yes

        she liked to mend things

           it was important

and she mended us

       as well

she was there

      no matter what

          she was there

i cannot recall

her ever complaining

   about missing out on something

she was simply 

        there for you

maybe

   she had unrealized dreams

       i wish i had known

           what they might have been

her cooking was delicious

she taught me the basics in cooking

make sure the pan is hot

      the water is boiling first

         then add the food

butter-cookies, pie crust

some things

     can't be over handled

        just enough touch... is enough

cooking is a lot like life

she knew that

she accepted life

       what came

              what went

        with not many questions

    it was more about

        what could be done

   rather than

       why did this happen

she showed me how

    life 

     demands of us all

it's not

    what life throws at us

      that matters

but rather

     how we respond

      that make the difference

when life asks of me

i like to think

      i will say

   what my grandmother said

"take what you want…

       and when it's done… it's done"

~csr

i love you grandmom