Grandmother Ballad Poems

To her family she was coy
         but truly she would be their Joy,
 a country girl from...

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I hear them singing,                                           ...

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My grandma really liked to cook
Scones and cream cakes she didn’t need a book
And she always let me lick the spoon
Cooking with her was always...

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He brought me chocolate candy.
I am allergic to chocolate.
He brought me roses.

I despise cut flowers.
Because they die 
After they are cut

He told me I knew...

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Newfoundlanders can row, you should see some of'em go,
when they puts a punt on a pond. 
But I don't like this mess, all this Race...

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Thinking of her day and night,
wrinkled, withering, hair turning white.

Wish I had time to write her a letter,
naw, she's alright, she always gets better.

I finally...

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What will your grand children’s stories be
Of your adventures told in the police family 
Where the pursuits and the captures abound
As told by you with...

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her time ends
the last kiss to
the air, her
frost retreats
passionately,
moves cold hands
from life

her polar opposite
moves romantically,
and gracefully
into poised position

like Alice Coltrane
across piano keys
transitioning the 
equinoxes in...

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Today you learned how to tie 
your shoes all by yourself.
It’s one more day that I’m 
so proud of you.
I’m counting the reasons 
why you...

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My Precious Grandma who I adored
Grandma play your harmonica for me
Sing to me when ill
Sing to me when I am frail
You taught me to be...

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We were one yesterday
We coexisted yesterday
Dreams were achieved
Roads were built 
By my grandmother' side,
we sang a great song
Our parents cohabited a barn-
Unity they stood,
Our children...

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My Babe on the other side
Had a interesting, second lasting conversation with Suey who died, but I got the concept in that split second.
I asked...

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3 Monarch butterflies, her spirit still lives on
3 Monarch butterflies show me she’s not really gone
3 Monarch butterflies flying through the wind
To take me back...

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Christmas is a special time of year that makes me think about my past,
It is so amazing how each year begin to pass by so...

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If my grandmother was a man,
She could have been the Goliath of the East
Her barns of yam could have been the largest
In the community with...

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