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Details | Free verse |
  I remember! 
  Cranking that old wore-out handle on that ice cream maker, until I thought my 
arms were going to fall off.  Having a big smile on my face, as I turned and 
turned, pushed and pulled on that old crank begging my big brother, the whole 
time to “Spell me!” so I could set on an old rag on top of the ice, using my weight 
(as it was) to hold that ice cream maker in place. 
   I remember my grandfather coming out of the house, out on the back porch. To 
make sure my big brother and I was “Doing it right.” as if, there was a wrong way! 
He made sure that we
had plenty of ice, plenty of rock salt. I can still see him sticking his little finger in 
the weep-hole to make sure it didn’t get stopped-up. That was most important to 
him, as he
always got the first bowl. I don’t know why? He clamed, he would get the first 
bowl, to make sure that salt didn’t get into the mix. Funny to me, he never made a 
salty face as he was eating that first bowl.  
   I remember, watching my grandmother making that “mix” she picked the 
freshest eggs, measured just the right amount of vanillin extract, I loved the way 
her kitchen smelled. I watched her chop the bananas peal the peanuts, stir it up 
with the cream and sugar. She hummed “Old Rugged Cross” as she made that 
sweet ice cream mix, it was as if she was having fun; like the turning of the crank 
for us boys, work for sure but still fun!
  I would eat light, as that banana-peanut ice cream cured while we had supper, 
waiting for grandfather to finish his third helping, we had to wait, he always got 
the first bowl, I don’t know why? 
 
 


Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007




Details | Free verse |
A thick quilt of dust A strong odor of musk A cracked photograph Dead sunlight streaming On the floor Where I spent my days dreaming Of where I'd be A grown man wild and free Wishing I could break out But looking back I have absolutely no doubt I'd give anything to go back When the sky wasn't black And my heart was full of belief But coming back is a relief Picking up broken relics of the past Wondering how it all went by so fast Looking at the photo of my grandmother Feeling as if the guilt would smother me I walk through the living room Through all the memories and gloom Seeing old scratches on the walls Where dogs made their bathroom calls Through one more door The hinges broken Because we were so poor And there's a pair of flip flops Sitting in front of a rocking chair That rocks back and forth Back and forth The chill in my blood My eyes begin to flood And as I step outside I'm greeted by a chorus of rain As if the Heavens shed tears And I think God knows I could never let her go If I could say one last thing I'd apologize for everything But barring that I can only look up Up to the clouds Hoping I made her proud

Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
                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




Details | Rhyme royal |
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

Details | Epitaph |
You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us, although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever... the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild.... "Angel" 2012

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
There's not much to say.
I knew her, know some things,
but certainly not all.

I know how little she put up with fools,
how her cooking surpassed so many others',
how simultaneously sweet and hard she could be.
I know about her smoking,
about her jewelry, her faith,
all these I'll hold close to me.

Every single spark, every star,
shines with such a glow, such a marvelous radiance,
that we can't gaze too closely at it,
lest we cause ourselves pain.
And yet, despite ourselves, again and again,
we do;
because it's not within us to resist
the sheer beauty of it all,
of stories and of life.

A bouquet of tulips for you.
We all miss you already, Grandma.
I miss you.
I know Heaven's got you, taking no guff as always,
making sure we're all doing alright.
I love you.
Andrew James (McGillicutty) Sprouse

Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |
I can't imagine being alive without you
I can't imagine what it will be like when your gone
I don't know what I'll become without you
Maybe I'll just run
Run away from everything and leave everyone behind
Maybe I'll find a way to be close to you
Because I won't believe you died 
My heart will ache so much more 
Tears will always run
My eyes will hold the wisdom 
That you bestowed upon me young
And my recklessness will be noticeable
People will wonder why
Why am I running when the person I needed most died
How can I face my life when I can't do anything right
I won't believe you have gone away
When God decides to take you
I'll still come by your house and always expect an answer
I Love You Gamma
You Taught Me About My Heritage  
Please Remember Me When God Takes You
Please Guide Me In the Right Way

Copyright © Riah Clark | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
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

Details | I do not know? |


The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)





Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.

Copyright © Layla Elkoulily | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |
The Echo of a Soul 
By Andrew Weeden 

In the windswept hills of vibrant green, 
Here I sit at your lonely grave. 
The bright flower that made my heart beam, 
Is the wilted flower I could not save.  

From the beginning I did not know, 
I was oblivious from the start; 
Cancer’s blade cut away your happy glow 
And would thrust to pierce my very heart.  
 
Consumed in the darkness of raging anger, 
Ten years I stand alone in the rain. 
With death no longer a distant stranger; 
My only companion in the storm of pain.  

Now it seems no one remembers, 
But you did not cease to be. 
Your spirit still burns in glowing embers 
And lives inside the fire in me.  

The storm is passing; I finally see its end. 
Happiness smiles again and shakes me to my core.  
I realize every time I lift my pen 
My Grandma speaks once more! 

Reflections of your love 
Weave tapestries in time. 
As a singing mourning dove, 
Your words whisper in my mind. 

So though you had to go, 
You remain in your begotten; 
As an echo of a soul, 
Gone but not forgotten. 

Copyright © Andrew Weeden | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
My dear grandmother

One nigth while I was sleeping
I got a sad telephonemessage

I got up fast
The tears just trundled down my cheeks

The message I got was that you had passed away
It happened so incredibly fast

I have cried for several months
All the tears for you
Hope that some of you still are here with me

Now, I have no grandmother to talk with
For your heart stopped
Why was it your turn to let the soul leave your body

Life needs to move on
The dead, they have to be honored
I will never be able to forget you
I let the memories be hidden


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Dedicated to my dear grandmother (1935-2011) 

Copyright © Laila Andresen Mjelde | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
( I write this with a heavy heart.......My grandma (My dad's mommma)passed away on June 14........ it has been hard dealing with all the emotions that come with losing someone close to you......... But making this poem helped greatly with my pain and the pain of her Daughter (My aunt) and her son(My dad).....Losing someone really hurts but putting this poem Up is the first step to moving on.........
Debbie Sue (Alexander) Christian may be gone but she will never be forgotten)





The Lord giveth, The Lord taketh away,
Somehow, Someway God gives us the strength
When we don't know what to say.
But when one's time has come,
When one's life has passed on,
We must find it from within ........to move on.
We know a special place for them will be held in our hearts Forever

Copyright © Ettie Christian | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epitaph |
I can barely remember you now
because you died so long ago.
I was a little boy then whom
you raised in your Burgas home.

But a most evil cancerous illness
like a thief in the night snatched you
away from us, leaving us orphaned,
grief-stricken and truly despondent. 

The only memento I have of you
is an old black-and-white photo of
you holding a toddler in your arms.
That sun-tanned toddler was me!

Nothing else is left of you now
but pain and sadness in our hearts.
You were like a beacon of light
in a land of total, eternal darkness.

People in Burgas still remember you
as a saint and bless your memory
whenever your name is mentioned—
Snezhina Ivanova Vasileva (Snezhina
is the Bulgarian word for Snow White).

You were never a member of the
Communist party to which at that time
all Bulgarians—greedy for personal gain,
rank and promotion—flocked like
hungry flies on a piece of rotting flesh.

You were more like the early Christians
—or perhaps like the early Communists
—ready to help anyone in need or distress
in your selfless generosity to all people.

You were a real martyr cursed with 
an unspeakably cruel fate, including
a brutal husband (my late Grandpa)
and an unfeeling, ingrate son (my Dad)
who both drove you to an early grave....

You died in your morphine-induced slumber
alone—only in the presence of a medical
attendant who was a total stranger to you! 
Grandma, I miss you so, so much!!

Copyright © Ross Vassilev | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
You weren't my Grandmother by blood,

but you sure were in my heart!

You were so very special to me!

I loved you right from the start!

You always treated me like family,

even though I wasn't your own!

Whenever I was around you,

you would lift me up!

Whenever I was lonely,

you would make me feel at home!

The Lord came back for you today!

He carried you On High!

He gave you a brand new body!

He took you to our Father in the sky!

I know you're dancing for The Lord,

and His Perfect and Beautiful Face you will forever see,

and if you could be talking to me right now,

you would say;

" DRY YOUR EYES!

DON'T CRY FOR ME!"

Copyright © Stacey Copeland | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |
I was just a child,
My heart did not know pain.
But I returned from school one day
My world never was the same

I learned that you had left us,
To join with the angels high above,
And the bitter tears fell down pale cheeks
In contrast with sweet love.

My heart had broken, shattered,
pieces strewn across the floor.
I longed to hear your voice again
And to embrace you just once more.

How was it so possible,
For a love to slip away?
For you to be taken from us so cruelly,
To never see the light of day?

I write for you, my loved one,
I write straight from the heart.
Ad I hope that if you happen to look down,
You’re at least proud of me for that.

You are the inspiration
Behind this poem than I write
And my words can not revive you
But I can hope that one day,
Maybe, they just might.

Copyright © Evelyn James | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |
MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me

Copyright © MIKAYLA BROWN | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |
Does it still matter?
Do we still care?
Could we open our eyes and see you standing there?
Have you really gone to a much better place?
Have you yet seen a familiar face?
Will we someday see you again?
Where there are women and there are men?
Higher than the birds can fly, way up in the sky.
Over the rainbow and through the clouds,
Could we again hear you laugh out loud?
Where i shall see you and you shall see me,
A place where everything and everyone shall be free.
A place for you and a place for me.

Copyright © Margie Pierson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
 In memory of Ann Mary Pospisil Stenberg

I wish you were here 
For one more birthday to honor your presence.   For one more Easter to decorate your home. For one more Thanksgiving to help with cooking.  For one more Christmas to open our presents.  For one more occasion to say that we love you. 

I wish you were here----
 For one more day of sharing your kindness.  For one more hour of telling some secrets.  For many more moments of getting to know you, and to comfort your hands as you affectionately needed.   For hundreds of times to mend whatever was broken.

I wish you were here----
To appreciate the warmth and enjoyment of nature, as you'd take lifetime journeys you weren't able to finish.  For you to stand outside without a wheelchair below you, and walk for miles as the sun shines upon you.  
I wish you were here---

To enjoy your family and friends, and  to spend that time which was devastatingly shortened.  For you to be happy and healthy, without all that pain you had tragically suffered.  I wish you were here for thousands of reasons.

Now that you're gone, and the distance is lonely, my smiling has vanished while the tears are constantly flowing.  I'm here on Earth. You left me behind.  You're free in Heaven. There's no sickness or grief.  God's kingdom is privileged with the wings of perfection.  They've been blessed with an ultimate Angel.  I miss you my dear mother and I'm praying you've heard me.  When it's my time to go, I'm hoping you'll find me.  As the most beautiful star which glistens above, I know you're the one who's watching and listening.  

I wish you were here----I'll never forget you..
I wish you were here---you'll always be treasured.

Deborrah Ann Stenberg----

Copyright © Deborrah Ann Stenberg | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
I see your smile within my mother
I hear your laughter in my own 
I miss you every waking moment
The first granmother I had
And the first grandmother that died
I love you Francisca but I never got to tell you that
I know you look down on me from Heaven because that is your new home
I hope I can be some one that you will be proud of
I love you very much for the beautiful person on the inside and outside that u were
I know our family struggled but you were always there to help us
My mother misses you so dearly but she lives in your wonderful memory
Mi Abuelita you are my true grandmother
You loved my brothers and I before you knew us and you still do
So this is for you my Grandmother you who smile down at us each and every day
I apoligize for the wrong my aunts and grandpa did you but they were so confused
I love you forever and always Mi Abuelit en el Cielo ( My grandmother up in Heaven)
One day we will be together again you and our family.....

Copyright © Priscilla Cruz | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
Gone
Leaving no trace
It’s like I’m on a train drifting into space
I’m traveling to a place of no return
Leaving a space empty and cold,
Every moment I turn around and glance,
For I miss your face
In this place

In a winter storm,
It’s bare and freezing
Lonely and away from everyone else
I look up, down, and many times around
But I see nothing
Because you are not here

In a fall gaze,
Leaves falling all over the place
Staring into the sky
It’s like a whole new place
But when I turn around
Thinking that you are there,
You have just disappeared

Summer is now coming
It’s hot and humid
It is the best
But I have nobody to share it with
Because you are not here,
It almost feels like it’s just a waste

Spring has arrived
All the bunnies are coming out to play,
I watch them as they go
Leaving not a pathway or a trace
I was hoping I would see you
With that smile on your face
There was nothing left
Just an opened, abandoned place

It’s a space that no one can fill
Only you can
You have taught me about life, love and peace
And my time will come
I think about the space you left and
Try to fill it up
But with what!?
You won’t come back and
I have lost time with you
It was everything to me,
The place that we shared
But before long,
That too 
Will be gone.

Copyright © imani wedderburn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
days.
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
looks…
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |
MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me

Copyright © MIKAYLA BROWN | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke my heart after
to throw it away.

For all the delicious soups goulash and past
it had contained
the mouth watering delectable smells
from the kitchen
the shouts from my parents

''Come on now set the table dinners made''.

All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff
before school on a winters day
all the laughs tears and conversations around
the dinner table before it was was washed
and put away.

It was more than a simple saucepan
because it held a lot of family memories
now my parents sadly passed away
it was one of the last things to remind me
of how things used to be
and mow I have to buy a new one
and accept it's demise
like my family
it's gone forever.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
My Grandmother died, and I have not penned my loss
 nor I have stooped to pick her rose
and smell the scent of her.

I can not allow the sights to emerge, 
when I must close my eyes,
 I can not afford to let her go

nor allow myself to go with.

There is a world of grief and screaming
covered in my intellectualizing

but I can neither nod hello or whisper goodbye,
I must stay this path she set.

Copyright © tara jennings | Year Posted 2011

Details | Pantoum |
When I was very very young
A new mother experiencing life
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
Now children my song will I play on my fife

A new mother experiencing life
Pain in my side to the doctor went
Now children my song will I play on my fife
Right ovary cyst orange size hosiptal sent

Pain in my side to the doctor went
He said that this could cause loss of life
Right ovary cyst orange size hospital sent
Well I went under the operating knife

He said that this could cause loss of life
For it could rupture at the least bump
Well I went under the operating knife
For them to remove this abnormal lump

For it could rupture at the least bump
Asleep totally out on operating table
For them to remove this abnormal lump
Went to the light to visit angel Gabriel

Asleep totally out on operating table
Then this light called me away
Went too the Light to visit angel Gabriel
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay

Then this Light called me away
Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay
My Grandmother sent me back through space

Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
My Grandmother sent me back through space
When I was very very young

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Prose Poetry |
On a raft in the river tied to a tree, lived in an old woman of whom most folks made fun. She didn't talk much, most thought she was dumb. Kids being curious, and the summer being hot, the cool of the river drew our disobedient lot. We kids soon discovered the crude raft and the tent. We oddly made friends with its strange occupant. Tried as we might to find out her name. All we got was a smile from the toothless old dame. One thing for certain we kids soon found out. Social graces she lacked, but her kindness made up for that fact. Times being tough and money being tight, often we kids confided our plight. She didn't care if we were dirty or poor. She loved her little friends all the more. We didn't mind her fashion was lack. She wore a dress made from and old "tater sack." What troubled us was she didn't have a name. We didn't care from where she came. One day as we sat on the bank, a thought came to mind. We were disgusted with folks being unkind. "Everybody's got a name," said one. "Let's call her 'Tater Sack Annie'", said another, so it was done. Annie smiled at us. She liked her new name. She didn't say much, just smiled again. She motioned for us kids to her camp for lunch. She always fed our whole bunch. Fried taters, catfish and greens. All of us believed she was a woman of means. Several summers went by. One year the fall came. A saturday night, folks out for a lark. Didn't see Annie walking home in the dark. Somebody sent, and a somber Sherriff came, "Anybody her know her name?" He spoke to the group. Two boys stepped forward, both knelt to a stoop. "That's our 'Tater Sack Annie'", they spoke in a low tone. Both their faces ashen and as white as bone. Today in a churchyard no monument gleams. Only a simple stone reads, "Annie a lady of means."

Written by my grandmother Sandra Burch

Copyright © Ashley Abraham | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |
I kissed an angel's cheek today and watched her as she flew away.
I couldn't hold back the tears I cried, as I said my last goodbyes.
For never again would I be able to see that beautiful angel open her eyes and 
breathe.

Now she's up at Heaven's gate,
where her husband has been at wait.
He kissed that angel's cheek today, and held her hand as they walked away.
He couldn't hold back the tears he cried, as he hugged her with a joyful sigh.

Now she's bowing at the Father's feet, a person she has longed to meet.
He kissed that angel's cheek today, he was so glad she was there to stay.
He couldn't hold back the tears he cried, as he showed his amazing pride.
For that angel will always be up in Heaven with God, our King.

































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Copyright © Ashley B | Year Posted 2006

Details | Prose Poetry |
Some folks believe it. Others do not. The legend told in the Bayou Cannot. The only witness who can swear that it's true, are the creatures who live in the bayou. The owl told the gator, the gator told the frog, about the horror filled night that changed their home in the bog. Far off on the mainland, miles from the marsh, in a large city, where living is harsh. A man's world invention sprang into life. A breath of fresh air to man's world of strife. A new deisel engine, queen of the line, would make it run for the very first time. The sunset limited it was aptly named. Gleamed in the station waiting its moment of fame. Boarded by folks going south, some headed out west, none mindful of anything, but each's own quest. New York to L.A. via the southern run. So it was, the trip had begun. Back in the bog, things were happening too. A barge made its way north with its captain and crew. The day had been hot. The night had turned cool. The fog roiled in, with its blanket of dew. The captain steered his tug, painfully slow, caution was key to safely deliver the tow. All of a sudden there was a scrape and a jolt the barge floated free, not held by a bolt. Panic seized the crew! "We've lost the tow!" "MAYDAY!" screamed the captain over the radio. Amid the chaos and moans of disdain, another great jar, "We've got it again!". Back on land not far down the track the Limited sped with a clickety-clack. Approaching the tressel no one noticed the shake. Who could blame the poor folks; the hour was late. Midway over the bayou came the tressels demise. A great shiver another great quake, tons of speeding steel, folks met their sad fate. Days went by weary and sad. Rescuers agreed none worked a wreck this bad. Twisted and bent the engine was pulled from the muck and the slime. "102" came the final count, the coroner spoke and noted the time. A weary voice shouted "Wait!" "Sir, I disagree!" Tired eyes turned, what did they see? A weary man held in his arms a child about three. Today believers say "an angel wanders." "A tiny spirit" Others agree. On foggy nights when no moon can be. A tiny light flickers so you will see. "It's a firefly!" Say the skeptics of haunt. The creatures disagree and murmur their taunt. They know the spirit of the child now lives in their swamp.

Written by my grandmother Sandra Burch

Copyright © Ashley Abraham | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |
On this day 16 years ago a beautiful baby girl was born.
As I cried they took her away.
My grandmother watching as if nothing were wrong.
Photos came for a brief moment then stopped
She was gone never to be herd from or seen.
It seemed as if she just vanished.
The agencies said her new family had moved.
No forwarding address to be found.
They apologize for the inconvenience.
Trying to convince me not to give up hope.
Hope what is this, something I find hard to have.
Years have come and gone and not a word.
The last photo I reserved she must have been 3 or 4 years old.
My search it still continues today, 
but not a trace of her or her family do I see.
On this the anniversary of her birth
 I still cry for the loss of my baby girl I bore so long ago.

Copyright © caroline mackey | Year Posted 2007