Worn and gnarled
Like an ole oak.
Every breath punctuated,
As her hands vibrate slightly.
Eyes watery and intense
As though she sees right through you.
(I would swear it myself.)
Her head is pointy and ominous.
There lies 100 years of experience;
love, hate, sadness, disappointment.
It makes me wonder:
Could I have survived for as long,
Enduring the hills and valleys of life?
Probably not.
But I'm glad my
Great
Grand Mother did.
Even though she's made me
Suffer some of the
worst butt whoppings.
And all in the name of love
Which of course was questionable then.
Now though I wish every child
Could experience her grace
Absorb her love
And endure her punishments.
Then maybe,
The world would be
Just as lovely as her.
Author notes
An ode to the beauty of age and its experiences. My Biggy who was a wonderful and beautiful and any other attribute that shines, woman.Uncle Bud
Written February 20th, 2004
A contest entry
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aww, lovely write!! I wish you luck in all the contests you have entered and thanks for entering in mine. take care, Sam (Dreams27) xxxx
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Awesome write!
Even though she's made me
Suffer some of the
worst butt whoppings.
And all in the name of love
Which of course was questionable then.
Now though I wish every child
Could experience her grace
Absorb her love
And endure her punishments.
Then maybe,
The world would be
Just as lovely as her.
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Wonderful to share these thoughts with others about your mother - moms are special people who nurture their children and prepare them for adulthood. Pleased you entered this.
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You are young now and so the inevitable coming of age is fearful. Don't worry tho for it is the curse that comes with the greatest gift, life. so live and let live and enjoy every minute of it. And now to say something on a poetical note. Why dont you write about your fear of age and even the situation that occured with your grandmother. That is why i read and write poems to inspire and be inspired. So inspire me. Terrell
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Baby, I am so sorry it took me so long to comment on this poem but you know where I've been. You wrote this poem like an artist painting a portrait so you have given me the privilege of at least being able to imagine what your grandmother was like. I regret not being able to meet her but I am sure part of her lives in you. The Lord has graciously blessed me with your companionship so I will become familiar with all she has passed on.
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I am utterly terrified of age. I'm only thirteen, and the thought of knowing that your life's almost over, that the best has happened, that you can achieve very little else... An experience, oh my od, to think of how my mind would collapse in on itself if I had to do six times what I've already experienced.
But I realise that that's not what the poem is about, and it's a really beautiful tribute. My grandmother was adopted, and spent 76 years wondering what her mother was like. Then, when we were looking for a grave, we found a ninety-six year old woman and my granny's sister and brother. It's shocking to think of all that time four people spent wondering and wishing and sighing. God, I don't want to be old and wise, I want to be young and ambitious and completely disrespected. -
interesting write about a wonderful woman i'm sure, remembering can be so sweet as timegoes by. very nice guru, i wrote one on my father,[god rest his soul] its called the first dance. i don't remember if you commented on it. but anyway i enjoyed this write about a spiecal person in your life.thanks Jewels
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Aw
I really liked this...an ode the the wisdom of age...there's so much to learn from our grandparents and 'great' grandparents if your lucky enough for the chance...such a warming piece here...thankyou for sharing
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The end is heavenly..
But a good end to an excellent poem. A very wise, honest, beautiful ode. I do love this.
Another excellent write from you...
~Hannah~
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