*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*
Hi, grandpa, it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass above the nightstand
Remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes,
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma,
She waits for you.
Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed stroking my hair with her hands
I miss the way she rocked me to sleep every night
I stored your hearing aid away
Remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer?
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina soar
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma loved
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandma's favorite scarf
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Remember the way she looked in the yellow pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
Like the walking cane, she handcrafted before she left
Hello, grandpa, it's me again!
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see her again
She will no longer be alone
Say hi to her, give her a kiss
Tell her I miss her so much
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
I see her pretty little face
With a sweet smile as bright as gold.
I think about the days ahead.
It saddens me, I'm growing old.
I love that precious little girl
With all that dwells inside of me.
One day I know we'll have to part.
I beg of Time, so fleetingly,
To warp somehow and backward go,
So I could share more of her life.
She says "Grammy, never leave me".
That I must die fills her with strife.
She says"I want to go with you".
I tell her of the joys instead,
How one day she'll meet a man,
He'll love her so, and they will wed.
But Grammy's love is all she knows,
So I will leave her parts of me,
In photographs and work I do,
In love notes from my poetry.
Happiness of Life Contest
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016
“A Missive To My Granddaughters”
My dearest girls,
How can I begin to tell you
how much your smile warms my heart,
or the enrichment that penetrates my soul
when I feel your arms embrace me?
With you, I am a girl again reliving my own youth
When you share each new life experience with me.
Once again, my own fervor for life springs forth,
As I listen to the enthusiasm that emanates from your cheerful chatter.
Your joy rejuvenates me.
Your smile pierces my heart and finds its way
To a special place reserved only for you.
Your zest for life gives me hope again for a better world,
And I thrive on your courage that abounds with each day that passes.
That I have saved countless wishes for you alone -
A heart that is forgiving and true,
A mind that is forever open and exploring,
And the courage to face and overcome any obstacle.
I wish you a taste for beauty in whatever presents itself,
A flair of your own like no one else has ever experienced,
An infinite appreciation for all of Nature’s bounty,
And a magnanimous spirit for others less fortunate.
Please know that when I am gone,
I will be with you always in spirit.
Whether it is the sweetness of a Spring rain,
In the coo of a morning dove,
Or the scent of a summer rose,
You will be reminded,
And you will know
That I am there
Until we are together..…again.
Copyright © Jan Pearce | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
B eautiful boy
R ough at play
Y oung and curious
C uddly and loving
E normous energy
A ngel from heaven
L oving and loyal
I rresistibly huggable
A dorably cute
N eat and outgoing
A pple of our eye
Copyright © Susan Gwynne-Galfe | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.
Copyright © Al Parry | Year Posted 2013
dancing, acting, performing
Artist, musician, poetess, magician
entrancing, captivating, giving
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
tiny lass who graced this world
joyfully brightening her grandmother’s life
less than 12 short years
smile so angelic, it could crown a Christmas tree
never seeking sympathy
Joycie’s zest for life drew admiration
leaving her gracious memory
in her family’s hearts
much we can learn from Joycie
who never succumbed to self-pity
each day, a celebration of life
albeit far too brief
her smile still shines in heaven
glowing beacon in the night sky
her grandmother finds comfort
seeing Joycie’s face -- a glowing star
Dedicated to Joyce Johnson and based on her poem “Joycie”
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
IT'S YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER,
YOU NEVER MET ME.
OVER THE YEARS I PICTURE YOUR FACE IN MY MIND.
I IMAGINE YOU HOLDING ME IN YOUR ROCKING CHAIR, SINGING
A LULIBY SONG TO ME.
WITH YOUR SILVER HAIR AND WRINKLE SOFT TISSUE SKIN.
GRANDMA , REMEMBER YOUR SON, MY FATHER.
HE USED TO HOLD ME IN HIS ARMS.
TELL ME HOW MUCH HE LOVES ME.
HE ROCKED ME TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT
AND READ READ A BEDTIME STORY THAT
MADE MY EYES SLEEPY IN WONDERLAND.
I WISH YOU COULD OF SAW HOW MUCH HE LOVED ME,
A WONDERFUL FATHER I HAD.
WHENEVER I GOT SICK.
HE PLACED A COLD BROWN BRITTLE HAND TOWEL ON MY FOREHEAD,
KISSED MY RED SWOLLEN CHEEKS AND
MAGICALLY, THE FEVER DISAPPEARS AWAY.
HE USED TO TALKED ABOUT YOU GRANDA.
HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU WERE.
A LOVING AND CARING MOTHER YOU WAS TO HIM.
HE REALLY LOVED YOU AND GRANDPA LIKE TWO DANCING DOVES.
I LOVED YOU AND GRANDPA MY WHOLE LIFE,
LIKE YOU WERE WITH ME THROUGH MY CHILDHOOD.
I MISS MY FATHER SO MUCH.
NEVER HAD LONG ENOUGH TIME TO SHARE MY LIFE WITH HIM.
I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO TELL HIM,
WHAT A WONDERFUL FATHER, DADDY HE WAS TO ME.
BUT I'M SURE.
SOMEHOW HE KNOWS I LOVED HIM DEEPLY.
HE DON'T WANT ME TO CRY ARE FEEL SAD.
I HOLD HIM IN MY HEART EVERYDAY.
AND I KNOW HE WATCHING OVER ME.
I GOT ALL THESE MEMORIES GRANDMA.
AND MY HEART FULL OF LOVE AND JOY.
I CAN CRY ONLY HAPPY TEARS.
KNOWING THAT YOU ALL IN HEAVEN TOGETHER,
SMILING DOWN ON ME.
THANK YOU, GRANDMA FOR BEING MY GRANDMA
AND HAVING A WONDERFUL SON, MY FATHER.
I LOVE YOU ALL.
SINCERLY, YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER AND DAUGHTER, ROBIN
Copyright © Robin Brown | Year Posted 2013
A pinch of salt, a dab of pepper, a spinkle of Mrs.Dash
Lets mix it all together
Gifted hands starting at the age five
Helping grandma in the kitchen all the time
Choosing to say in the house to learn all the ingredients
Instead of going outside to play hide and seek
Grandma always told me my hands are special,
You wait, watch and see what I tell you
Gifted hands is for certain people only
The miracles that you will be able to do
Don't forget what grandma told you
6 bars of 10oz cracker barrel cheese, eggs, carnation milk,
seasonings, salt & pepper
When you put it all together, this makes macaroni & cheese
One of the gifted hand's favorite dishes
It will melt in your mouth like a piece of candy
Grandma always told me my hands were gifted
Now I cater for a variety of people
Gifted hands is one of my best qualities.
Contest-With these hands
Copyright © Nerrissa Jenkins | Year Posted 2013
Eyes wide and
blue with sparkles
I see you,
You see me and run,
straight into my arms.
You shout my name,
as I scoop you up.
If I could, I would
give you the world.
A sloppy kiss
on my cheek
and a hug.
"Love you, Grandma!"
"Love you, too, baby!"
Off you run
your world with
I am putty
in your hands.
For Edward Ebbs Anacreontic Verse 1 contest
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015
I wake to the sounds of laughter and lively music (jazz, I think) flowing free from the empty tenement down the hall. The smooth harmonies and upbeat tempos expand to fill every corner within me. It’s an early Saturday morning in spring and warm enough to leave my sweater hanging in the closet. Daddy reads the newspaper headlines, a ring of cigar smoke encircling his bald spot. My younger siblings are spread out in front of a black and white TV screen watching Felix the Cat, and I stand at the kitchen sink rinsing the breakfast dishes, still listening. I am almost twelve. As the oldest, I’m expected to help Mama in the kitchen. My blue eyes usually ride the sunbeams while I wash. I also greet the cloud sculptures, carved from my imagination, as they blow by. Today, the kitchen curtains are drawn, and only soft, morning light filters through. I tap my feet and continue to wash, losing track of time while staring at the panels of tiny yellow flowers.
When Grandma floats into the kitchen, vibrant and carefree like a butterfly, I feel her there. She asks me where my head’s been, knowing the answer but choosing to snap me back into the reality of dirty dishes. Before I can speak, she picks up a sponge and starts washing. She’s never far away when I need her. I am, what she calls, the keeper of her gift - the only one to receive her sixth sense. My mama calls me foolish for believing. She says there’s no place on this earth for a girl with a head full of impractical dreams and hopeless plans. She wants me to grow up proper and civilized, but Grandma knows me. She understands that my mind and feet are always on the move – twirling, skipping, and dancing to my heart’s latest song. Grandma encourages me with her love and acceptance. We feel the same spirits on the wind, we listen to the guiding whispers of our ancestors, and we know the colors and music of our souls.
As I finish washing the last dish, Grandma starts to dry. I look down to see her toes tapping to the same rhythm as mine. I ask her if she hears the music, too, already knowing. She doesn’t answer; she just smiles lovingly with her wise eyes. She never complicates life’s truths with unnecessary explanations. She speaks to my soul without a word from her lips. If I live to be ninety-nine, I’ll never stop believing.
I brush my granddaughter’s hair
and look into her blue eyes
like mine - full of deep secrets,
she’s ready to share.
*Prose ending with a dodoitsu
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/21/15
for Scott's Haibun Free-Style Contest
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
When we are with you, we always have fun,
You make us feel we're your special ones!
If we really need a hug or two,
we know that we can always depend on you.
Giving hugs is what grandparents do best,
And you do it better than all the rest!
Everything that my grandma does
is something special made with love.
She take time to add the extra touch
that says, "I love you very much."
She fixes hurts with a kiss and smile
and tell good stories grandma-style.
It's warm and cozy on her lap
for secret telling or a nap.
At 1 in the afternoon,It is always grandpa's call.
he asks"this app.... how to install??"
My Grandpa is a wonderful man,
Always believed in me, he knew that I can.
Wisdom of life, openly shared,
Comforted me, when I was scared.
Here is a secret, and it is true-
Grandma & Grandpa, my hearts belongs to you!
Copyright © sakshi sitoot | Year Posted 2014
Though I can't give a full account
of all the Lord has given me,
I can say that my list begins
with life, His love, and family.
I have a daughter, son-in-law,
two grandkids, and fulfilling days.
While parents work, I'm with the kids,
a girl and boy I love to praise.
I claim this opportunity
to show them honor with an ode.
I'm gratetul to be "Mimi" now.
No sweeter name could be bestowed.
A pleasing parallel exists
in this relationship we share.
Their need for guidance every day
fulfills my need to love and care.
I'm proud to be their referee,
their teacher, cook, mentor, and friend,
a monitor of TV shows,
the one who says when play must end.
Though sometimes they get on my nerves,
they keep me sane and active too.
I thank the Lord for them each day.
Without those kids, what would I do?
entered in Royal Ninja's What Makes You Happy Contest on July 18, 2016
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.
A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.
When patriotism was not just a word
by what men lived and judged the worth of each,
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend.
An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station,
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet.
Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.
What greater honor, that when a man moves forward,
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was.
A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior,
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.
The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now.
Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember,
because he now resides forever in our hearts.
As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye,
as he draws upon his pipe,
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.
Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010
Your heart is in shambles
You cry, but still can't shake the pain
But I am in a better place now
For, I had so much more to gain.
As I entered the pearly gates of heaven
And walk the streets of gold
I am now with our savior
And I know my story has been told.
I am watching over you, Granddaughter
No more suffering for me
My heart is with you all
And my soul has been set free.
Our memories will last forever
Now don't you fret nor' cry
Again, someday we will be hand in hand
Then together we will fly.
Copyright © Bobby Snyder III | Year Posted 2016
If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...
I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music
And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...
Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage
I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...
And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums
... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes
I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks
I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...
I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You
Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew
So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured
Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"
* * * * * * *
But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had
A Loving Mom & Dad
And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013
When you leave me, nothing will ever be the same again,
You have taught me so much and your love was never ending,
I will never forget the way you smiled and the way you made the ones around you feel safe,
This poem may not rhyme, but the words I feel for you are not in any dictionary,
therefore rhymes are impossible,
you have been my rock, my reliable, strong rock, but now my rock is floating away and soon I will never see my rock again.
I wont lie and say everything was grand,
we have never really met eye to eye,
and we have hurt each other with our words, but words would never hurt our heart if we did not feel love,
that is all I feel for you,
This is my love letter to you, my way of saying thank you,
thank you for the laughs and the cries and the ups and the downs,
this is my everlasting gratitude.
I love you.
Copyright © Jade Ma | Year Posted 2014
Up in that old attic are an antic Raggedy Ann Doll and a rocking chair well used by my grandmother.
Grand she was and as great as she to be; she instilled value and principality.
Up in that attic is an old Raggedy Ann Doll and an antic rocking chair my great grandmother rock from.
Short in statue but tall in her stance, my great grandmother guidance departed wisdom.
In that attic is all kind of memories of how my great grandmother and I loved each other as family.
Friends bonded and she as a life-long mentor, in that old attic resides expressive art.
In a far corner that was east to the sun stood a portrait of my great grandmother.
Knowledgeable was the face with eyes of hazel brown painted at the age of seventy-five (75).
The reminiscence of youth is a mural seen as I sat down in the rocking chair thinking… (“Mama, let’s read The Bible together.”)
In this old attic is love unknown because of the time I had with my great grandmother before she was beacon home.
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
Little Red Riding Hood was dressed in red leather
Went out on her motorbike whatever the weather
Every week she drove to see her sick grandma
She lived in the next village; it wasn’t that far
Little Red would fill her pannier full of tasty treats
To tempt her grandma when she wanted food to eat
One day Little Red arrived to find the cottage door ajar
There was no sign of grandma; she can’t have gone far
Little Red hunted high and she hunted low
Wherever would her beloved grandma go?
Grandma was eventually located in the local pub
Hunger had overtaken her and she needed some grub
Little Red was taking grandma home on the back of her motorbike
Grandma wasn’t wearing a helmet, she thought them unladylike
Next thing they knew a police siren was heard
Little Red got pulled over, would a fine be incurred?
Little Red took off her helmet and used her womanly whiles
Soon the young policeman was full of smiles
On hearing the story that grandma had been so ill
He tore up the ticket – Little Red didn’t get a bill
Grandma eased herself off the bike and got into his car
He understood the situation and grandma’s house wasn’t far
The policeman was now off duty and he came in for tea
He found Little Red and grandma such charming company
Next time Little Red visited grandma he was waiting at the door
Now Little Red is blissfully happy ...in the strong arms of the law!
Contest: Once Upon a Time
Number 3 - Little Red Riding Hood
Sponsor Laura Loo
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
I know it is not ‘nothing’ but white men in Ireland and the few niggers (on the up and up) that come from Scotland to party in those Pubs. My ancestors on my great great great grandmother side were from the immigrant Irish clan; therefore, Haley, Creek Indian, married a white man. She had Cherokee and Blackhawk blood to. Her family flourished in lineage and the skin comes in all colors. Note this! We are called the colored Sexton’s because Haley’s great granddaughter married a Guinea. The story became we are the colors of the United States of America. O’ jealousy manifested and now, I am the structure of the colored Sextons! Our story will be told. Therefore, our belief and faith is transcendent via the Holy Scripture,
In God We Trust!
PENNED ON AUGUST 31, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
In a corner of the town, stands a building of antiques.
Not an ordinary building but one that percepts the imagination;
sense datum begins and a scene takes place.
I am transpose to my great grandmother days.
I see the rocking chair that she owed
and the Raggedy Ann Doll given to me by her.
She is telling the store’s owner about his antiques
that this rocking chair was her favorite piece.
Oh, and she would like this doll for her grandbaby.
She said she wanted several rooms of furniture.
All must be vintage like her.
However, do not think of her as old.
She was short and plump with olive skin.
Her hair radiance gleamed.
Her smile meant everything.
She almost forgot my small gift that is when she shouted Lagniappe.
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name: Antiques
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
I heard a little secret
I'm not about to tell
Then again, on second thought
I guess I might as well
The greatest gal that ever was
I'm sure you would agree
Sons and daughters everywhere
Would feel the same as me
Is one who loves without a doubt
Or any strings attached
And when it comes to caring
Her love cannot be matched
And so it stands to reason
That mothers are so great
And grammas even greater
Sometimes they just can't wait
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2016
There lived a young girl in the town,
so sad and a little bit down.
Her Grammy lay sick in her bed
and had to be cared for and fed.
Each day she would get in her car,
though Grammy was not very far.
Dressed up with her red-hooded coat
with basket she'd visit, devote
an hour, maybe two, by Gram's side,
who'd smile with eyes open so wide;
Gram called her 'my Missy Red-Hood',
and loved her as much as she could.
One day she saw Grammy in bed,
but something was strange with her head.
She quickly moved closer to see
why Grammy looked so differently.
At once she was pulled down, amiss...
received a romantic big kiss!
'Neath blanket hand rose up to bring
a beautiful bright diamond ring!
Now Grammy, in corner aware,
relaxed in her brown rocking chair,
enjoyed this great drama just staged.
Her Missy Red-Hood was engaged!
So Missy's boyfriend and sweet Gram
were pleased to unfold their great plan.
They borrowed the old fairy tale...
Instead of a wolf, there was Dale!
Then Missy and Dale soon were wed,
and Grammy got well, left her bed.
Their life was as good as can be.
And so this tale ends happily!
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Once Upon A Time
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Theme: Little Red Riding Hood
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
The way the light hits the ground
leads to the sudden appearance
of shadows upon your frame,
and your wisps of white hair
are made whiter by the sunlight.
I stare at your silhouette,
realizing that the more years go by,
the more of a shadow
you are becoming to me.
We are distanced by generations,
browbeaten by past mistakes
and family secrets.
You've learned to keep your words safe
in the womb of your mouth,
occasionally making use
of the rolling "r"s
of your native tongue.
we are also connected by
the language of poetry and ink stains
that courses deep through our veins,
by the Navajo stories I still see
etched in the corner of your eyes,
by the withered hands that have
forgotten how to use a pen.
And yet, it is not enough
to have you sitting so silently.
And yes, I crave more.
So I walk towards you now, and
reach for your hand.
Silhouettes don't speak,
and I don't intend them to,
but they are always there
Copyright © Feli Elizab | Year Posted 2015
It's funny how my grandkids hear
just certain things I say.
They fail to hear "Clean up your room"
but hear "Go out and play."
Those ears that don't hear "Eat your peas"
hear "Made your favorite pie."
Some things I say get lassoed in
while others gallop by.
entered in Brian Strand's Contest 241 (any topic or form, 10-line max)
on November 22, 2016
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2015
Many years ago I read tales to my grand mother
As you now read with love to your grandfather
I fathom my childhood joys with my grandmother
Helped me to strengthen my old rickety ladder
Your gas bag ripples me with rib tickling laughter
March 19, 2016
Contest: Personal Memories, Picture # 3
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
And so this is what it feels like,
As though the sun doesn’t exist,
And the moon has lost its shine,
the stars have been put out one by one,
and here we are, pretending everything is fine.
Yet, our world seems gloomy and dreary.
Our smiles have faded away.
For our beacon of Hope and Light
Departed 6 months ago this day
Every day we all keep wishing
That this is just a bad nightmare.
And when we wake up each time
We will find that you are still here.
Our Inspiration and Pillar of Strength
Our Glue, Our Rock and Our Guide.
You loved each of us equally,
with absolute admiration and pride.
You encouraged us to be confident
And gave us the raw truth about life.
Whenever we needed someone to talk to,
You were the best person we all would turn to for advice.
Sometimes we get the urge
to dial your number on our phones.
Just to hear your soothing voice again,
just to pretend you're still at home.
We miss everything about you Gran,
More especially that radiant and naughty smile.
It gave us hope and brought us comfort,
Amidst a world that's cold n fragile.
Your warm hugs and soft touch,
Made us feel better whenever we were ill.
Your home made remedies and chicken soup.
Was better than taking any pills.
Those delicious aromas from cooking and baking.
Could be smelt from way down the road.
You made sure our bellies were full
Before we all made our way home.
And so we guess God needed his finest Angel back home
much sooner than we all expected.
And while we painfully agree that you're in a better place,
this great loss will never be accepted.
© Sasha Maharaj. All Rights Reserved. August 2016
Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2016
In the Southwest of Scotland
Marin county Argyle-shire
Extends a narrow mass of land
Known only as Kintyre
A certain mull on which is known
What sea the eye adore
As glitter to a rolling mist
As waves align the shore
Not far from there in Campbeltown
Five miles or maybe more
Sat Duncan Blaine McGeachy
His hat upon the door
Young daughter Isabella
Bound for distant farms
Alas to Rocky Mountain House
Clutches in her arms
Where Peter Paul of Eckville
Did spy the raving lass
More fair than any local
And quite a lovely yass
Peter Paul and Isabella
Rose the Adams pack
Jack Loreen and Mary
James Peter at the back
I remember James Peter
Marge would say J. P.
And when she called him Jimmy Joe
He’d hide behind a tree
Old Jimmy Joe he got to know
How grievous love could be
He stood inside a few short days
More tall than any tree
His mother Isabella
His darling Marjorie
Would both depart on one foul whisk
The maker for to see
Of Jim and Marge had come a brood
As fine a brood could be
Of Randy Eddy and Janelle
And my sweet Laura Lee
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
rocks in the rocking chair
with her granddaughter by her side,
she’s grown into an ambitious young woman,
she asks nana how it was
when she was young &
wondering if so many people back then
were so disillusioned
with the way that things were going
in their country---
grandma asks her to turn off the tv.,
grandma turns to her to say,
“when i was younger i had hope that
things were gonna change,
i stood in the streets with my friends &
we fought against the police &
we all went to jail,
because we didn’t believe in the wars that
our country was waging,
we didn’t believe in the way that our
country was treating its own citizens &
we didn’t feel that things would change
unless we ourselves did something…”
and then there was a pause &
her granddaughter smiled anxiously,
because she always looked up to her
nana for guidance, advice & wisdom---
but her grandmother didn’t say a thing
after that---she just looked out the window
& kept rocking in her chair.
Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2012