First memory is dark salted hair
around shining, mischievous eyes,
a smile of wisdom and sadness
taught lessons of balance in life.
A calm, fearless love to remember
expressed through artistic hands,
stories and hugs were her weapons
to chase the bad thoughts from a room.
Laughter infected her household
bold protection against little fears,
a bond to hold childhood together
against raging domestic winds.
I smile for the visits recalled
over coffee and old photographs,
the blocks for solid foundations,
built of courage and empathy.
Her brushstrokes fill many frames
on walls of her grandchildren’s homes,
reminders of our good fortunes
in pastoral oils of love.
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Beautiful!
Beautifully written; tenderly and lovingly expressed. I also have very fond memories of my own grand-parents, and this piece certainly reflects that love, admiration and respect.
Here is a link to a piece you might also enjoy, which I did about my own memories of my "gramma" and "grampa": http://allpoetry.com/poem/5516611
God bless!
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You have expressed such loving, such respect and admiration for your grandmother in this, feelings no less than the paintings she left to you and your siblings. How wonderful to have known someone so strong and giving. This is a lovely poem.
Sincerely,
Camille Morin
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Grandparents can fill such a special place. It is such a joy for me to now be the grandmother and be able to not only give but receive from each of them.
Poems of such personal nature need not be commented on regarding their form in my mind, it is all about what's in the heart.
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