Grandmother Family Poems

We called them the Prancing Family.
They pranced around their old Grandmother
Worrying about making her mad
How she could have been any madder, we never knew.

When grandma...

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In silent gait you held firm my hand as we walked home from evening prayer,          ...

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Across my bed
I drape
a vintage
handmade quilt
sewn with precision
and loving care
it keeps me warm
it keeps me safe
as if
still in the arms
of my grand-mother
as if
she were still...

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I am named after my grandmother.
Christened Sarah Jane, she was known as Jeanie.
That is often the way where I come from,
that deviation from the written...

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Everyone needs someone through whose eyes he/she can do no wrong,              ...

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Call me small, petite, skinny and/or tiny as these names have aired 
during my life on repeat.  I wonder if my size is just...

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“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me as I
skimmed stones across the tiny ripples of rock pools. 
Small scaly creatures and...

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I see in my granddaughter's eyes
The joy of childhood
Her innocence 
Her wonder
The laughter
The love of all she has found

I hope she sees in my eyes
My...

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When I lost my grand-mother
I lost my perfect little nest
My main source of attention

So ironic
Being the eldest
In a family of six

Now the little ones
Were getting...

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Life Lines

When I look at Grandma’s face
there’s a great deal I can see.
Every furrow shows a trace
of her family’s history.

There’s a line for every struggle
every...

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Happy Birthday Grandma, we are celebrating another year
You may not know it’s your birthday, but we do and we cheer
We get to spend some more...

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Tonight, my grandmother composes the meal.
As the stew mists, she is like a wife-talking and
dancing with the dinner as an old friend and advisor.

She courts...

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Missing Kristen

Bright blue eyes that sparkle;
And gentle chestnut curls.
She dances through my heart strings;
My skinny baby girl.

So proud to be her Grandma;
Even though I'm kind...

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Depriving me of the guidance I needed to grow up,               ...

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He shrugged and said,”If you’ve no home
I guess you could stay for a while.
But you will have to learn the traps,
and that means many cold...

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After we’d finished dinner at Grandma’s table one night
she looked about to cry
but a smile slowly crossed her face as a tear dropped from her...

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She was here
And then she wasn't
But it wasn't until she left
That it hit

The emptiness
Filling
Consuming
Everything
With her absence

But it would be selfish
To whisk her back here
To send...

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Laying my head back, eyes closing,
reminiscing, the years falling away into decades ago
to the 1950s at my grandparent's grand home
for Christmas.

It was a gracious dining...

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An old fountain pen; restored to its former glory.

Parchment awaits its clothing of poetry; my grandmothers words appear; not mine.

Another ancestral visit; she’s tweaking me....

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She often wondered why her grandma stopped so often on their walks
stopped…
looked all around…
then smiled
Why her face would suddenly brighten 
with the innocence of a...

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