- Non-Erotic Poetry
- My Grandma: Forgotten Memories
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I wish I could remember her -
The smell of vanilla against cotton sweaters,
A youthful smile playing across her lips,
Maybe chocolate chip cookie stains on her apron?
As time passed though
So did the clarity of my memories,
Lost in youth’s carelessness.
If only I had her beauty to cling to
A clearer memory
A sweet night at Kenora,
Playing cards
Is the memory real or imagined?
Instead all I can picture
Is sallow skin
Clinging loosely to a woman I no longer knew.
Tears unfettered pouring from my eyes
As she wondered who I was
Screams to help her –
Take her from the hospital
From her life.
A child’s memory
Clutching her cold hand one last time
Brushing angrily at the tears
Trying to be strong for my mother’s sake.
Happy her time had finally come,
Guilty for feeling that way.
My memories are lost
But the pain still lingers on…
This poem was heavily inspired not only by my Grandma Mawsie, but also by Syndra Lynn’s poem Grandma is a Goddess. Thank you both for inspiring me...
- COMMENTS
littlelusciousover 19 years agoI fortunately still have both my grandmothers, but I see the time coming. This brought tears to my eyes with knowing the inevitable and knowing I will share the same emotions. Very touching and full of feeling.
LilDarlinover 19 years agoTears unfettered pouring from my eyes
As she wondered who I was
Screams to help her –
Take her from the hospital
From her life.~
The imagery in just these lines..well it's heartbreaking~~
I loved the poem. I can feel the whole poem just run straight thru to my heart. So many people have a *story* such as this, but you gave those feelings *life* again..
Keep'm comin..
Just a wonderful poem...
jthserraalmost 20 years agoso often in a poem like this I see the poet slip into an unfettered sentimentality, but you delicately wove your feelings with images and memories, creating not only a beautiful tribute but an engaging poem. The way you wrote it helped me, as a reader, know something about this woman, you didn't just tell me how you feel missing her, you made me feel it.
"If only I had her beauty to cling to
A clearer memory
A sweet night at Kenora,
Playing cards
Is the memory real or imagined?"
The night at Kenora playing cards is wonderful, it shows me what you are saying. Very good.
jim : )
Syndra Lynnalmost 20 years agofor this loving tribute to your own Goddess. Brought tears to my eyes. How often I have held friends when they felt this:
Happy her time had finally come,
Guilty for feeling that way.
Well written.
