Grandmother December Poems

Giving gifts ~ required boxes are filled ...

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The pink polka-dot nightgown,                     ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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S eptember is for me

E leven cute flying bees

P ick the fruit from the big green tree

T he sunflowers need to flee

E verything to be...

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Our apartment looks out
on the parking lot of Montefiore–
that transient place old people go
in their final days.
 
Visitors come and go
all hours of the day...

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Winter nights where naïve dreams were made,
my mind and heart still store.
Deep hush I hear and feel it still,
now gone, what was before.
The ground which...

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Waters around the Arizona seethed,
burned with blood and oil
as Chaos gripped the Harbor.

Uncle Bud reeled about the deck.
His voice rising against the din:
“Abandon ship! ...

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Grandmother taught us
tradition matters in that 
it must be passed on from 
one generation to another,
she showed us the old-world 
ways of baking, healing,
story-telling and...

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Hush now three days yet to past.
My grandmother joy was fulfilled with laughter.
The Christmas spirit was upon us once again.
The tree is surrounded with presents...

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If I could do magic
I'd bring my grandma back
Always very encouraging
Wisdom, she'd never lack

On Christmas Eve, we'd gather together
Just like the rest of some you...

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