JC Brul Poet Rhyme

Journal

In one corner of my ancestral home~
Placidly stood a comfy library,
There I saw a journal embossed in chrome
My grandma’s treasure, her dear diary.

There my grandma used to read me daily
The stories of her humble childhood days,
Written in that journal she kept dearly;
Which until now still fresh as new sun rays.


September 12, 2021

For “J” Contest New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
1st place

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Valsa George April 16, 2022 at 10:15 PM I assume that your grandma was a woman of great learning and a lady of admirable qualities ! I am sure you have inherited her gene ! A beautiful tribute to her !

Constance La France September 15, 2021 at 6:13 AM JCB, excellent and congratulations on your win in my "I" contest with this beautiful poem, well done ~ love and serenity _Constance

Paula Goldsmith September 14, 2021 at 9:01 AM Congratulations on your win. Your "Journal" has many memories in it. A wonderful write. Have a great/blessed day..............

Kim Rodrigues September 13, 2021 at 3:32 AM How wonderful, JCB! Congratulations!

Lindsay Laurie September 12, 2021 at 5:04 PM Hello JCB ... you are very lucky to have a thoughtful grandmother. So much family is lost in the mists of time and future generations have no idea about this history - thank you JCB - Lindsay