1973

imageIt’s 1973

i have authentic white tiny flowers in my hair

the way i was supposed to live

walking for my aunt, down the tiny cobblestone roads

in the middle of summer, following the gorgeous bride,

in the village, my parents were born and fell in love,

singing Greek songs in the open air,

watching how the Mediterranean sun plays golden tricks

on my mother’s short 70’s crew cut.

It’s 1979

on the plane with my dad

emergency landing to tend to the sick

his father is dying and everyone is talking about

olive trees. my hair is too short for Europe

my knees too knobby but everyone loves my accent

they say i’m beautiful

i sleep at the top of the hill with my cousin Mimika

and two other cousins have my name and moles.

I find it weird that we all look alike yet no one sees

the sun’s brilliance like me

or notices how the moon shines at twelve years old.

they want all my clothes and look at the brand names

while i care more about the sky and my grandmother’s sad eyes.

she likes to hug me like it’s the last time she will

every hug feels like her last hug.

i felt death hug me when she squeezed and kissed me like that.

we sleep in the afternoon or climb out the window to play with the hens.

It’s 1991

everyone my father loved has died

I’m backpacking through Europe with my best friend

and we visit my childhood

but it’s so long gone,

i slept all through Paros

Santorini saw all our dirty laundry

Pensioni Andre had no mirrors

so we hid well

under the sun’s rays.

Every day lasted forever

every love a lifetime.

It’s 1998

I’m three months pregnant in Agadir

and doing some kind of pregnancy test

it feels like this baby will live

and he does.

my life will never be the same again

i’m a mother

now.

It’s 2001

the ultrasound indicates it’s a girl

and i cry like a baby

praying she’ll stay warm and safe

and never leave me stranded.

with blood and tears.

it’s 2011

everyone sees Greece through the eyes of my children

and we love each other madly

every year

every ocean

brings us closer

to death

and the cup we were

meant to drink

together

and

finally alone

is full of memories

and our future is still

full of dreams.

he says no matter how old you are
you are always young to me

you never age.

i love you.

these are the years that grab me

make me cry to our song

and i sign death certificates.

i grab hold of my soul

and shake it a bit

then i silence it.

you thought you knew me

but truly it’s 1973

and the sun is the brightest i’ve ever witnessed

and my mother’s beauty haunts me.

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45 comments

  1. Jarrod C · November 13, 2015

    This is an amazing piece Chrissy. You are still beautiful…in 2015.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Heart Shaped Eyes · November 13, 2015

    So amazing. ..beautiful

    Liked by 2 people

  3. sirensong1208 · November 13, 2015

    This is wonderful!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. lemonchronicle · November 13, 2015

    Have to agree with the above two comments!

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  5. Sydney Carton · November 13, 2015

    I find this piece both heart warming and yet sad in a way I can’t explain. Thank you for sharing a portion of your life with me . . . us. 🌻

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · November 17, 2015

      you’re welcome and thank you for reading always x

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  6. Eric Syrdal · November 13, 2015

    😢 I love you. You and this are beautiful….but mostly You. Don’t know how much I felt reading this. ♡

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · November 17, 2015

      much love back to you Eric, been going through some personal shit so it’s taking me a while to get back here. so glad you enjoyed that. x

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      • Eric Syrdal · November 17, 2015

        You are a brilliant poet. I’m always in awe of your work. I’m sorry about the person stuff. I hope it calms down for you soon. All my best. ❤

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      • Chrissy · November 18, 2015

        I wish the same for you. Thanks Eric. x

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  7. HemmingPlay · November 13, 2015

    This …. this… I don’t know the words. Maybe the best I’ve seen.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · November 17, 2015

      well I’m humbled you think that x

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  8. Chrissy · November 13, 2015

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas.

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  9. Erika Kind · November 13, 2015

    That was a very poignant journey through your life, Chrissy.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · November 17, 2015

      glad you enjoyed Erika x

      Liked by 1 person

      • Erika Kind · November 17, 2015

        I appreciate it a lot that you made us part of your history, Chrissy! Thank you.

        Liked by 1 person

      • Chrissy · November 17, 2015

        I appreciate you and your lovely kind words. Bless you x

        Liked by 1 person

      • Erika Kind · November 17, 2015

        Thank you so much, that is mutual 💖

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      • Chrissy · November 17, 2015

        This social media thing can get ugly, and you are never that. x

        Liked by 1 person

      • Erika Kind · November 17, 2015

        Oh my, thank you! I made so many wonderful friends here and I feel it as such a blessing to be here. I am also glad we are connected 💖

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      • Chrissy · November 17, 2015

        Likewise x

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      • Erika Kind · November 17, 2015

        😊💖

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  10. megdekorne · November 13, 2015

    Chrissy …my breath has been taken , my heart …your words bring a sense of wonder so fearless and unbridled …and well , tender , of terror and celebration . Love , megxxx

    Liked by 1 person

  11. writersdream9 · November 13, 2015

    Chrissy, you have really touched me with this!

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Heartafire · November 13, 2015

    I’m blown away…that doesn’t happen often! Hats off!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · November 17, 2015

      thank you so much x

      Liked by 1 person

      • Heartafire · November 17, 2015

        it was my pleasure to read your lovely poetry.

        Liked by 1 person

      • Chrissy · November 17, 2015

        🙏🏼

        Liked by 1 person

      • Heartafire · November 17, 2015

        My emo’s are broke so “hat’s off”!

        Liked by 1 person

      • Chrissy · November 17, 2015

        You lit up my heart x

        Liked by 1 person

      • Heartafire · November 17, 2015

        x…that’s all I can ask! ❤

        Liked by 1 person

  13. rumblefishbone66 · November 17, 2015

    Wow! you are no only a special writer ,poet ,but a marvellous and soulful human woman strong ,beautiful and Brilliant ;Thank you for sharing this Gem ; it’s so wonderfully written it brings a tear to ones eye !!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · November 17, 2015

      thanks Ron, appreciate you reading my poetry and always for your support here and on Twitter. x

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  14. Paula Antonello Moore · June 20, 2016

    So moving.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · June 20, 2016

      Thank you for visiting & commenting. That is the poem that most people seem to connect with. It’s in my chapbook which I just published.

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    • Chrissy · July 31, 2016

      Thank you Nick, this has left me speechless. Humbled you wrote this. Xo

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