The apron that held all your secrets is somewhere
hung on a kitchen hook
where yesterday's are in vogue
and grandmother's
feed their charges
all the wrong things.
Goodies made with love
and good intentions.
Baked
Broiled
Fried
Sugared and coated with hugs smelling of sachet
and peppermint lifesavers.
Oh, how I miss
rubbing moisture cream on your hands
and brushing your hair
in exchange for stories
where machines were wonders
and marriage at sixteen was normal
(and not to the first boy who asked).
I'm old enough to be a grandfather now
something that's not to be.
But, if I were, I'd pray to the God who made you
to help me be as you are in my heart.
A contest entry
- Dedication by poetrysheartbreak.
450 points, ended November 5, 2007, 25 entries
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Love the simpleness of the poem. Very touching words. Enjoyed the description alot. Very nice poem.
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this almost has a sorta cute nursery rhyme sorta feel to it not in the sense that is sounds like one because it is far beyond jack be nimble jack be quick but the way that it has a warm almost motherly emotion in it that would kinda sooth a child
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I recently ran a contest called "Family Stories". This sort of poem is what inspired it. This was wonderful. Technically, I find only tiny changes (no apostrophe on grandmothers - it's plural, not possessive) And the message? Gentle, loving, nostalgic. A beautiful tribute to, I"m assuming, your grandmother or grandfather. (I'm thinking gm since you were rubbing moisturizer into hands and hearing tales about marriage from 'not to the first boy who asked.).
The lines that remind me of my grandmother, in addition to just the idea of the apron, is grandmother's/feed their charges/all the wrong things.
My grandmother gave us pie for breakfast! Except for Sunday, I don't think I ever saw the front of her dress. She always had an apron over it.
Thank you for reminding me of that beautiful lady with this beautiful poem. -
This is a lovely poem and while reading I was thinking of my great-great grandmother who also got married at the age of 16 and had 12 children. A wonderful dedication.. I so loved the image of "Sugared and coated with hugs".. they say that the sense of smell stays the longest in the memory. Lovely poetry!
~ Nicolette
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Wow, what a wonderful dedication. It's so personal, but at the same time everyone can relate to it with their own grandma. Great write!
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This poem of yours has just taken me back some 45-50 years to my own Grandmothers, both of whom I loved dearly and the memories of them has stayed with me throughout my life. You must have loved her so much in order to recall, in such a beautiful nostalgic way your memories of her and what was (and still is I think) expected of Grandmothers now. it's just lovely, thank you. Von
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