Eve Roper Poet Quatrain

I Remember Grandma

I remember Grandma’s   beauty
  The way she’d grace her smile at me
I remember Grandma’s duty
  Holding family together

I remember the old large home 
  A large yard with a cyclone fence
I remember no small kitties
  Couldn’t afford the extra expense

I remember no TV set
To watch Dragnet or Lassie shows
I remember a radio
Latin Music she always chose

I remember the Impala 
Cool 1950’s model rove
Crazy grandma behind the wheel
Had to close your eyes when she drove

I remember her   kindness
Her home was your home to visit
Stacks of warm homemade tortillas,
Tamales, warm food in the skillet

I remember gradually
With small tremors, slurred speech, stiffness, 
She had uncontrollable shakes
Parkinson’s disease her illness

    I remember Grandma’s   beauty 
        I remember Grandma’s   kindness 
            I remember Grandma’s    caress
                I remember Grandma’s   illness

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Kevin Shaw September 18, 2017 at 5:40 PM A wonderful tribute to Grandma(s) Evokes wonderful memories, unfortunately a touch of sadness too, my Grandma left us with Dementia, kind regards, Kevin x Eve Roper September 18, 2017 at 6:50 PM Hello Kevin, thank you for reading... Dementia was part of the Parkinson.. My dad also was claimed with it I hear it is hereditary. ~`*

Nette Onclaud November 12, 2016 at 1:27 PM ohh, the longing and endless affirmation of grandma's essence... heartwarming indeed, eve.. huggs Eve Roper November 12, 2016 at 7:11 PM thank you, Nette, Hugs Eve

Charlie Smith November 11, 2016 at 10:56 PM Let's remember the homemade tortillas and try to forget verse 6. Well done Eve... Eve Roper November 11, 2016 at 11:03 PM Thank you, Charlie, it would be nice to put verse 6 it is so hard because I saw my dad pass with the same disease Hugs Eve

White Wolf November 11, 2016 at 8:51 PM A beautiful poem Eve, I remember mine was always cooking in the kitchen something yummy for us kids. Eve Roper November 12, 2016 at 10:23 AM Hello Rick, my grandma's kitchen always smelt so good.. thank you for the inspirations Hugs Eve

Daniel Turner November 11, 2016 at 6:55 PM I remember my grandmas too Mrs Eve. I remember all of the stories they used to tell me about the old days. Both were just like taffy, tough and sweet:) I love this poem. It brings back a lot of memories. Eve Roper November 12, 2016 at 10:21 AM Hello Daniel, both my grandmas were like you said like taffy, tough and sweet. Hugs Eve

Christy Stover November 11, 2016 at 3:17 PM Beautiful poem, brought tears to my eyes. You could've been talking about my grandma. Truly touching and beautiful. Eve Roper November 12, 2016 at 10:18 AM I'm sorry, Christy, I made you tear up .. Memories are so hard when it comes to the ones you love and the time were so much love.. Hugs Eve