A Big Storyteller

All my life I have been a big dreamer and a big storyteller, my mom used to say, I had imagination, just like my sweet grandma, gosh, she was a great story weaver . . . at first the tales formed in my mind were just things unwritten, and I liked to watch grandma's face and all the expressions within her voice, so, soon with storytelling- I was bitten and smitten. Grandma created wonderful characters and scenes, and because of her this I was blessed too. But, oddly none of her stories were ever written on paper, not a single one, no pen dripped on paper for grandma, but my own words have fallen to paper over and over. All her stories existed in her mind and she stored carefully each script, and when grandma died at ninety-four sadly she could not speak a single word, so I tell her stories remembered in words written. ____________________________ October 17, 2017 Poetry/Free Verse/A Big Storyteller Copyright Protected, ID 17- 1117-309-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, End Feb 2019 sponsor, Brian Strand First Place