Angela Elias Poet Rhyme

The Quiet Song in the Fern

In the corner of the room, a memory grows,
in the reach of a fern that the family knows.
It started in 1964, ancient and vast,
a living connection to a love built to last.

I think of Granny Mae, gentle and still,
with a softness of spirit and a quiet will.
The way she would hum or sing under her breath,
a melody moving through life and through death.

A song as light as a frond in the air,
grown from the room that Granny Mae used to share.

It traveled from her, a gift given in grace,
to find, through the years, its own rightful place.
From your parents, Lorna and Peter, then passed down to you,
the soil is ancient, but the spirit is new.

It’s as full as the first one, vibrant and deep,
holding the secrets that the generations keep.
Though the fronds have a journey still left to go,
they thrive in the light of the love that you show.

And when your mom looks on, 
Bronwyn, she sees more than a vine.
She sees a quiet life, woven and fine.
For in every new leaf and each green, curling tress,
Lives Granny Mae’s song and her soft tenderness.

Bronwyn, as you brush a hand against the green,
you’re touching a world that came long before you’d been.
It’s more than a plant. It’s a heartbeat, a hum,
a soft, living song of where you’ve come from.
In the way that you tend it, so steady and true,
the best of them all is now blooming in you.

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Bj Legros Kelley May 19, 2026 at 6:45 PM Beauty written in every line of your sweet grandmother, and the lineage from where she bloomed, and obviously, into you now Angela. She must smile on you as you have honored her with such sweet grace. This is so touching <3 Angela Elias May 21, 2026 at 12:47 PM Thank you Bj, you are too kind with your words. I am glad you enjoyed it.

Ghairo Daniels May 17, 2026 at 2:15 AM Excellent rhymes ~ Great subject matter personified. Wonderful tribute poem to Granny > tender and alert feeling to written word. I like how you’ve brought generations, soil, greenery, heritages together in composite life. I’m faving since I adore ferns myself > they are of the ancient plants coming to us since the days of dinosaurs. Well done, Angela ! Angela Elias May 17, 2026 at 1:21 PM Hello Ghairo Thank you for your kind words. I do appreciate it.