Constance La France Poet Rhyme

The Shawl

  

I touch the intricate, soft shawl lovingly
Recalling, gnarled hands moving delicately
O, such sublime patterns, Grandma creating
A shawl is draped upon a kitchen chair, waiting

What skill within those hands to crochet
A remembrance, a treasure, I keep today
Grandma, divine angel, from above watching
A shawl is draped upon a kitchen chair, waiting

Above me is an angel, heavenly
My muse, my reason for writing really
Write is for the word, her words so inspiring
A shawl is draped upon a kitchen chair, waiting

I touch the shawl, her treasured thing
She took a lonely girl and gave her wings
I lift it from it's honored place, gently kissing
A shawl is draped upon a kitchen chair, waiting

I caress it each day, as I am passing
Pink and soft, as the day of her dying
Will always keep it, forever, remembering
A shawl is draped upon a kitchen chair, waiting

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November 7, 2012


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Jon A Cavanaugh December 26, 2012 at 8:52 AM What wonderful sentiment the shawl holds and the love it represents. What a beautiful poem filled with loving memories. Love it.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart December 3, 2012 at 8:51 AM truly magnificent poetry in design and rhyme emoting loving thoughts of Grandma .. mine also crocheted and those fine stitches and patterns were so intricate .. we have splendid memories Constance as I share your words so lovingly ..

Joe Inka December 2, 2012 at 2:08 AM Wow!!It's amazing how a physical object can stir such emotions, and a tactile sensation can bring on vivid memories of a lost loved one. I loved reading this and can think of no better tribute.

Debbie Guzzi November 28, 2012 at 7:38 PM Always so sad..show me a story of a wonderful day with Gram..please? fav lines [I caress it each day, as I am passing/Pink and soft, as the day of her dying] so affecting! Light & Love

Russell Sivey November 27, 2012 at 4:13 PM This is a brilliant and masterfully crafted write my friend! I really enjoyed reading this poem this evening! Great Work!!

Jack Horne November 27, 2012 at 2:28 PM love this beautiful tribute to yoyr grandma, Constance. Hope you're having a good day x

Sara Kendrick November 27, 2012 at 1:25 PM Enjoyed reading your fond memory of your grandmother..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..I did not have the pleasure of having a grandmother like that..I am always so pleased to read of this relationship of another person...Sara

Kim Merryman November 27, 2012 at 10:52 AM Constance, you captured the beautifully poignant memories of your grandmother in this poem. Love the repeated last line. A wonderful write! Love, Kim

Sheri Fresonke Harper November 27, 2012 at 8:49 AM Constance, lovely poem about the making and the maker of the shawl, it does offer connection when we receive them as gifts, beautifully said.