Lavender clung to Grammy like a familiar blessing,
a soft aura rising from her walk-in closet~
that kingdom of faux furs and pearlized buttons
where dresses hung like quiet stories waiting to be told.
I sat beside her at her dressing table,
watching the slow choreography of her bronze-brown hair
as she brushed it into its practiced sweep,
each stroke a reminder of the elegance she carried
long after her hand-model days had faded from magazines.
She tore two sheets of paper poudre,
handing one to me as if passing down a secret rite.
“Gently,” she said, and I followed her movements,
feeling the powder lift whatever childhood dust remained
from my ten-year-old cheeks, leaving them soft, matte, new.
Foundation, rouge, a whisper of plum on her lips~
then her porcelain hands folded mine inside them,
their warmth steady, their touch feather light.
“You’re a lady now,” she said; in that moment, I believed her~
believed I was becoming her lady-in-waiting,
one beautiful enough to be part of her gracious royalty.
Little one, you may never have known me,
but I’ve loved you since the day you were born.Though time and distance keep us apart, my heart was always with you,
in every step, in every tomorrow.
I was a woman who lived with love,
and my greatest joy was my family.
Your smile, your laughter, your future
were dreams I carried long before you arrived. Even though I couldn’t hold you in my arms, I held you in my heart — always.
I may be gone from this world,
but my love for you will never fade.
I watch over you from Heaven,
with a heart full of pride, as you grow, learn, and become the man
you are meant to be.
Be kind, be strong, be true,
and never forget how loved you are.
You carry a piece of my soul,
and I’ll always be your biggest cheerleader, from above.
Life may have taken me from your side,
but it could never take the love I have for you. You are my grandson, my forever joy,
and I will always be with you —
in every moment, in every dream, in every heartbeat.
Love always,
Your Nana ??
By Shawn Muñoz
There once was a lass from Kalamazoo
Who got a massive Mickey Mouse tattoo
'Twas inked on her wee fanny
When she became a granny
It sagged looking more like Winnie The Pooh
Kingdom’s ways
Sunrises to Sunsets
Days into many tomorrow’s
Praising to the highest
Blessings for sure
Saw my life up close
Visions Heaven showed me
Virtues mounted
Night dreams
Skies to my heart
Spiritual wise
Creation Whole
Heaven’s Promise
My place to roam
Peaceful and Calm
Joyful and Prayer
My story embraced in Heaven’s name
Keep walking in the glory aim
Lead me on to where milk, Honey and waters flow
You know my name and have called me
Here I am
By and By understanding
The one day now
My Grand Mother often spoke
Now I know
Here I am
The walk and Talk
Here I am
My grandmother passed on her untarnished eight bangles to my mother,
My mother passed on the same exquisite bangles to me,
I asked my daughter when she got married “do you want these bangles?”
She said “These are pretty, but too tiny for me - I won’t be able to wear them.”
The jeweller had a suggestion-
After all, they are all precious metals! Twenty-four carat!
He turned those unadulterated gold into an elegant necklace.
My heart sank parting with those ornate pieces,
which connected me with the women,
who paved my way so that
I did not have to live the life they did.
Now those bangles shine only on a picture of me in a wedding dress!
Our first family reunion
without Grandma here.
Will it feel the same
as it did last year?
The family has all gathered.
The food is on our plates.
Wait a minute—what is this?
We all brought Grandma’s cake.
An empty room that sings,
Songs that open the door to the light,
Songs that heal wounds,
Keeping the night at bay.
An absence that is a presence,
Melancholy is the rhythm of the nothingness,
A silence that conveys different songs,
Two rivers flowing into one body.
An empty room that uncovers memories,
Memories of loneliness and solitude,
Words stream from its depths,
Arranged in lines and verses.
A room that echoes a departure,
A silence that gnaws at the mind.
I step out of the room,
Into the daylight of tranquillity and hope.
August 9, 2026.
I saw a grandma's eyes doze
In her walk she stumbled
She had a calm quiet stagger
See drunk of the firewater
Oh those spirit had her stumble
She would wave as she walked like a branch , a leaf in the wind
She drank the spirits
Now my grandma was the only one
Then I saw with mine, eye rassel lawn chair
Oh , it was rare to see this woman trying to get out of there
She drank the spirits
50%, calm and quiet 50%. stammering rage, quiet
Yet on the flip side of the coin
She screamed. rated and ranted like a roaring lion
It wasn't water, it wasn't KoolAid? It wasn't Coca-Cola, or Lipton tea
Grandma don't know if you was alcoholic, but you sure was close to being near it.
Ma, grandma drunk them spirit
Lo, them there ---"the spirit of "al co hol"
Those demented the liquid
Grandma drunk them spirits
8/9/26
Written wirds by James Edward Lee Sr
To see this village, search for its wrinkles
Look to the bubbies, who first brought forth life
to the zaydes, who polish their words of Torah ‘til they twinkle
Bubby’s hands may be calloused from
Pesach cleaning, polishing every chalice
Zayde’s body bent from work by day
and relentlessly studying the nights away
But watch their wrinkles break out
as a thousand voices joyously shout
Mazeltov!! Congratulations all around
on their 50th grandchild – count 'em –
Welcome him to bubby and zayde’s little town…
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'bubbies' - Yiddish for 'grandmas'
'zaydes' - Yiddish for 'grandpas'
Mazel-tov - Congratulations
Implying worldly men and women though animalia is a tipper of cunning heroes or perhaps the lie is before this, simple birdhouse moil in the clouds and send free birds like cloak and dagger eagle prowl, and absolve the saints of tired eyes, and let's look into the snowglobe marble in the summer for a festive wintery surprise.
My grandma took us
on a field trip today.
To learn how
donuts are created.
Me, the engineer,
was fascinated,
watching the bakers
at their work
My little brother
on the other hand,
was just here
to have dessert.
I took my grandkids
on a field trip today
to learn how
doughnuts are made.
My little engineer
was fascinated,
watching the bakers
at their work.
Her little brother,
on the other hand,
was just there
to have dessert.
Granny wished the worst male evil upon me when I was young and I never truly forgot.
Consumed by her unchecked lust and desperate for mens' approval; she's lost the plot.
The ancestral spirits tell me to forgive but remind me that her heart is still a cold dot.
Note: This poem is about a paternal grandmother of mine. I rarely talk about how she used to leave me in hot cars during excessively hot summers just to go shopping for herself. While I truly do admire her fashion sense, I don't wish to be like her at all when I am older, either.
Gran and Gramps are BUM BUMS!
Standing beneath bouncy castle with hope and glee
Begging my Gran and Gramps to lift me up to see
The fun and exuberance of children taking a jump
Rolling into the middle like one big kiddie lump
Screams and giggles radiate through the air
Flying shoes, squished candy and knots of long hair
Children in chaos while adults swirl round
Bellowing “Be Careful or you might hit the ground”
I plead with Gran and Gramps in my best squeaky voice
To keep their big promise and give me the choice
To join in the fun and experience all the sites
They renege on their promise and gosh that bites
I crawl into the car with a big scowl on my face
Those two party-poopers are a child’s disgrace!
Riding home in silence and feeling so glum
I give them a nickname “Gran and Gramps Bum Bums”
Waving goodbye and as they drop me to the door
Dumb “Bum Bums” will be lucky to see me anymore!
What’s as good as blowing bubbles?
What’s cleaner than play dough or slime
and cheaper, no cost, small troubles?
Grown-up dandelions are fun;
ask any youngster in spring time.
They’re seeds for delight by the ton.
Neighbor kids may gather around
but who'd consider that a crime?
Grabbing a hose, they play splashdown.
It all makes this great-grandma smile
watching from the porch in her prime.
Lawn-lovers may gripe, “not worthwhile”.
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