sun rays dance after the old broken picket fence.
Grandma, wrinkled cheeks, and me, oh! Contrast;
evening walk, with a wet soil smell blessed sense.
It was autumn, time to pick up some healing herb,
smells like a good candy between fingers and palm.
To knew where to find it, it was something superb,
but to be with my dear grandma it was like a balm.
Time has gone like shadows but memories remains,
with eyes closed I can see and feel her so close.
Love and evening herb smell are still in my veins,
I cannot express them with verses and with prose.
It was dusk, I was listening and the Earth was talking
sharing with us so rare nature's gifts and our walking.
Author notes
Challenge: allpoetry.com/Column/2192962
My colors that inspired me for poem and background:
GRAY - leading color
shades are~
Silver- like my grandma hair
Timberwolf - like a healing herb color and smell
Manatee - like a dusk, tiny line between the day and night when sun rays are leaving horizon with the last touch.
Background: My son Vedran and me.
Written August 27th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Precious Moments by delicate angel.
450 points, ended September 6, 2006, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Thank you xoxfantasyxlifexox for this contest as a chance to show some of my life precious moment with my grandmother. Mostly only a little thing and picture could bring some of this memories to me.
~Sonja~ -
Someone who has written about their grandmother. I was waiting to find a poem like this. So special and so sacred are those special memories of grandmother. Reading this poem made me think back upon the last years I spent with my grandmother. Though with me it was watching needles, and hearing needleclicks, and with you it was picking and smelling of herbs that you remember most, both of us have similar special memories. Thank you ever so much for sharing this special piece of writing with me. Many blessings, and thanks for entering my contest.
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Thank you dear Celticmoon. When I saw my colors I was realy confused because it is easy to write about colors but I realized to include my feelings an very important memories.
~Sonja~ -
Such a wonderfully lovely description of such adoring memories. You ahve done well penning this piece with your given colors. Very impressive!
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Thank you dear Linda. Your words are always uplifting, bringing back some other pictures from my memories. That was always a very special feelings.
~Sonja~ -
Thank you Choirangel for your time to read my poetry. I almost missed this celticmoon challenge because I was ill and lately I am not good with my writing.
~Sonja~ -
Lovely memories, happy and carefree, I know those feelings, as I was with my grandma, more than home,fantastic memories of yours treasure them..MM
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such a pretty poem and I just loved that background. very inspiring, thanks for sharing, and keep up the awesome poetry here.
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Thank you blondone for so nice comment. I was my grandparents youngest grandchild and they were a great gift in my life.
~Sonja~ -
Thank you grannyeri. Kids are not asking too much. Love is all they need and some siple things like "old" stoires, talking, slow walking, could built memories for ever. Nothing could be compared with this memories.
~Sonja~ -
oh so sweet this are great memories to be cherished forever love the chosen background just all around perfect poetry...
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Loved the sentiments you have expressed in these lines - so easy to read and understand as well. As a grandma myself, hoppe my grandkids remember me with such fondness and love one day when I am gone.
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Thank you dear Sam. My grandma passed away when I was sixteen but I have a feelings that she is allways with me. This is only one picture from my memories.
~Sonja~ -
Wonderfully reminiscent of Grandma, home and kitchen smells. Herbal, earthy and everything good. Childhood lessons learned from the fount of knowledge that hugged us and made us feel special and loved. This is a beautiful poem with lots of memories.








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