When Do Little Fish Swim?

Said the younger Granny
to the Great Granny,
"there is a pain I see inside of you.
"Is it true?"

The old white-haired one, said
in a voice so queer,
"No, my Dear"
But she wasn't clear.

So the younger Granny asked for more.
She wanted to explore.
"Precious One So Dear,
I look to find a way to help,
I feel you carry fear?"


"Is it you who wants to die,
and travel up into the sky?"

"Is it you who wonders why?
Why you are so old."

The Mama replied,
"Yes, why do I stay so long,
when everyday my pain is stronger.
Younger,
young,
older,
old,
my time is just too long.
I am so weary now.
I shared my life, my story told."


I answered "Yes. You did tell us much,
but the gaps you buried
from those childhood years,
and the real life along the river,
are the threads
that knitted pain."

I continued ....
"The old pains that did not bleed.
The deepest pain is in your knees,
in your face and in your heart.
You cannot face that all again, 
there is no need now to start.

But do, just say, to yourself....

"I remember when I lost my voice,
and never, ever would say the words,
I hurt. I need help. Help Me."

The Great Granny-Mama said, 
"I do not know how you know,
but probably that is true".

"I will breathe more kindness in
and I will know,
although, I am very old,
this will still remain inside,
but I will ask for help to come
to lift me higher."
"I do feel lighter.
I do feel brighter."

And I heard, it said again,
in a voice from over 'the other side',
in the Nanna voice of
A Great, Great, Granny who could recite
the little story of the little fish,
and the man upon the bank I see,
and the little boy, with the fishing pin,
"Swim Little Fish, Swim"

And so, now as I look over the river bank
I see the old man,
the little fish,
the faith returns to light the sky
and I sigh.

Blessings be to the old story,
The Nanna on the other side,
and the Great Granny
walking on the river bank.
The troubles all have sank.
The currents have moved along.
I trust your heart is high.
Do little fish swim in sky?

Swim Little Fish, then swim.

I bring on this day, April 15, 2018
my adaption of an old poem

With Blessings and Great, Great Healing please
Bee xxx