J. Tudor Poet Rhyme

A Grandmother's Wisdom

A Grandmother's Wisdom

All that my parents left me
could fit into a paper sack
carried like a leaden weight
strung across my broken back

A pair of bronzed booties
a jacket and Tonka truck
a small photo of Grandma 
along with a note of "Good Luck"

I was left with confusion
and an old coloring book
but "stay within the lines son"
was the only wisdom that I took

As the years went by in
the most sullen of ways
I would often remember back
to those bitter childhood days

But now when I pine or
look behind to my past
the paper sack all torn
the note to brittle to last

The jacket's too small and
the truck's all broken down
the coloring book's all done
the only crayon left is brown

I no longer wonder why
I was left out in the cold
it doesn't matter anymore
at least I wasn't sold

I was raised by my Grandma
and she taught me this one thing
'The next time you leave home,
at least you'll know what to bring"



(Feb. 24, 2016)

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Timothy Hicks February 27, 2016 at 8:56 PM I was moved by your story. Well-crafted and sincere. Your grandma sounds like a dynamite lady, with words that will stick with you, as the years go by. Wonderfully written. J. Tudor February 27, 2016 at 9:15 PM Thank You kindly, your thoughts mean a lot. J....

Sarah Jabri February 24, 2016 at 11:16 PM I felt emotional...i truly love this :)...thank you for this J. Tudor February 27, 2016 at 9:12 PM You are kind...Thank You. J.

Lindsay Laurie February 24, 2016 at 9:30 PM G'day J ... a sad beginning but a triumph in the end - well done - Lindsay J. Tudor February 24, 2016 at 9:53 PM Thank You Lindsay for you visit and kind comment. J.

Maurice Rigoler February 24, 2016 at 9:06 PM Nice read. I've also written poems about my grandparents and the small farm they had. Fine memories they are. If I may suggest a correction: Last stanza, 2nd line: "and she taught me this one thing" not the way you have it. Your choicel Thank you for taking the time to read me. / M J. Tudor February 24, 2016 at 9:52 PM Thank You kindly for pointing out my blunder, I don't know how I missed that! I have enjoyed your pieces for some time now, but for some reason your newest one just struck my fancy in a way I could not resist responding to. Reading you is always a pleasure. J.