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Frosted Panes - re-post

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Frosted Panes - re-post

                                   
When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea

With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand

And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more

The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green       
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again

You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again 

             ~~~~~


Written:  Jan 15, 2011

Author:  Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest:  Let's See
4th   Place In - Anything goes contest

In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.


Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova 
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast 
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New 
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on  to 
pick-up and deliver  cargo in the  West Indies. Although my time with him was short, 
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.  
~~~~~


   
 


 

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  1. Date: 3/11/2013 3:13:00 PM
    What a great poem! I've never experienced anything like this before, but after reading I feel like I was there with you.

  1. Date: 7/25/2011 10:48:00 PM
    Such a wonderful story. Beautiful, beautiful poetry... Love it. Lee

  1. Date: 1/30/2011 10:31:00 PM
    whoops, forgot to rate.

  1. Date: 1/28/2011 3:09:00 PM
    Delightful write Lainie with wonderful rhyme so tenderly penned with deep emotion full of wonderful memories... my Daddy died when I was three but remember him so well in my mind and heart.. as u recall this lovely part of your life my friend.. happy weekend with luv..

  1. Date: 1/28/2011 10:47:00 AM
    Superb poem with great descriptiveness and rhyming. Glad to have seen this one.

  1. Date: 1/28/2011 10:09:00 AM
    Great write, Elaine! Beautiful energy derived from these fond memories...so nice. I missed out on sitting on my grandpa's lap....I wonder what stories he would have had to tell. I only remember my mom's mom and her sterling ideas.:) Well done, be well and take care, Mikki

  1. Date: 1/28/2011 10:09:00 AM
    Elaine, I remember this one. YOu are the one with all those childhood stories, right? What an awesome poem to be reposting! So glad you are back here and Frank too! Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 1/28/2011 8:21:00 AM
    I remember this well! one of your Best! I posted a new poem for a Contest. I would appreciate your take on it.

  1. Date: 1/28/2011 7:26:00 AM
    smile -- what a very beautifully written and heart warming/stirring painting my dear; one could feel the precious and loving tender beating of your beauties own -- one day your priceless lights and Souls shall be again; together forevermore; beautiful, and a fave as is, your gifted and lovely self -- love, christopher