Sidney Beck Poet Couplet

Correct Nest

CORRECT    NEST



I was sent to grandma’s  for a week:
She greeted me and kissed my cheek.
I helped her to cook and made a  mess  - 
Some even got upon her dress.
This was not  a problem to her,
Grey hair knitted back  with finger .
Wedding ring  immersed in   flour,
We’d  cherry pie within the  hour.
She told me stories from  her stool, 
Oh, those   bed sheets starched  and cool.
The smell of  ironed  linen apron
Was there whenever I would  waken.

My face buried  in her clothes,  I knew her scent, 
Like a  fledgling bird to the correct nest sent.

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Cyndi Macmillan June 22, 2011 at 1:18 AM I had a correct nest, too, thank God (and I do mean THANK GOD). Grandma's ... I miss both of mine. Your poem is wonderful. OOPS. Should have said that first. Sheesh. I really liked the knitted back with finger. So visual! The only thing I'd suggest is this different choice..."We'd pie cherries within the hour"...pie as a verb... I think I'll reread this one and go back to my bed...it 4 am here... humid and stuffy and storm cloudy...and if I reread this my dreams will be of MY grandma. Thank you!

Delysia Hendricks June 21, 2011 at 7:58 AM Double 7 plus to you. Cherish those memories as long as you may. Good one, Sydney. :-)

Andrea Dietrich June 20, 2011 at 11:43 PM Sydney, I just love this. What a loving memory of your grandma. I don't have these kinds of memories of mine. She was a very stern kind of woman. I am kind of in between HER and this one with my own grandkids. DOn't like kids about me a whole lot but try to be nice to 'em. haha. LUv, Andrea