you mean monster cookies, right? Asked Danny
No, I think I meant monster Granny
But she’s making the cookies, right? asked Jim
He did not like any dessert better than them
Do they have chocolate chips? Asked Lee
Yes, yes, yes, Pa and Jim both did agree
And oatmeal and sugar and molasses too?
Yes, and we will taste them when they’re through
But big fanny granny looks like a monster today
Her face is flustered, a greenish gray
That’s how she looks when she is the kitchen heat
But those monster cookies can’t be beat!
Old Granny Glitch would twitch and snitch.
We'd shout, "Oh, no! Just ditch the glitch!"
She'd stall the clocks and jam the doors,
Undoing what we all worked so hard for.
She'd pop an error into our smooth routine.
Scatter crumbs through every polished theme.
A pesky clean-up— clumsy, costly, slow;
Yet showing flaws we'd never ever know.
When one small pause became a clue,
The glitch invited us to look anew.
It opened a crack to let the daylight in;
Revealing new tricks hidden within.
"Don't ditch the glitch," she softly smiled.
"I've only snitched what your certainty beguiled."
"For bold confidence can make one blind."
"When fresh glints ignite a curious mind."
She broke our stride, disturbed the flow.
Yet it showed what constancy could never know.
A hitch, once noticed with great care,
Awakens new questions left waiting there.
Now Granny Glitch still hangs about,
She chucks our neat conclusions out.
For every hitch, shifts the pitch—
So we pause.... before we ditch, the glitch.
Even in death, as you laid cold but in peace,
You still had such a pretty, sweet face to me,
Like you, I hope I shall age just as gracefully.
Forever, my love for you shall never decrease.
You were taken from me so much too soon.
I'm recalling you as you were in each room
Of your home in which your soul shall loom.
I'll think of nights we spent, as I see the moon.
I placed a place mat for you at your seat,
I want to keep the chair pulled out for you.
I'll wash teapot when next year begins anew.
Your soul can sit with me: have tea and eat.
Even in your absence, I fondly remember
All of the times we'd laugh, talk, play, argue.
Even as I cry, I can't lie, I'll always love you.
I'll take care of all you left me and my father.
A cute little lady from Spokane,
Said, "Sir, you can call me your Nan."
She had a nice frame,
I said that's my game,
'Til I learned she was granny to Stan!
Knots-besotted
(too canny for a granny)
as sailors go (and they will)
of which I am (still) one
(when day is done)
I can bend a bowline
(from stern to stem)
with the best of them
(just so's you knows...
the rabbit out of the hole comes
'round the tree runs then back down goes)
and tie (not hit) a reef (or square) so fine
or (none too sheepishly)
yank a sheepshank
in a (fairly hefty) hank of line
also (if it's not too late)
do a (non-binding) figure eight
(with half a minding) to stop the rope
from sliding (I hope)
(and/or) fraying
to (defray the cost)
for new cordage paying
(in time a stitch)
yet there's one more which
(so all's not lost)
(clever clogs) calls a clove hitch
Abraham born before Jesus
They were born holding selfie.
They booked flight from the womb
Are the children of this generation.
They speak louder without sense
Yet wiser than Solomon himself
They sees beyond their parents
With food remnants on their mouth.
Right in the womb they ate wheat
Before they were born they saw you
What is it you know I don't know
Says a child from this generation.
Grannies yet sucking breast
A tree challenging forest
Difficult in accepting corrections
Are the children of this generation.
Eat your dough and bake the pan
Drink your eggs and fry the shells
Says a child who learnt nothing
Yet she knows better than granny of old generation.
Swear words, public nudity
Teen-aged crime and murder sprees
Abortion-on-demand, LGTQB
~ No place left for granny or me
she told me she wanted her flowers
while she was still alive and well
her children collected bouquets, offerings
meant for her finicky nose to smell
she told me love was the reason
for this life she lived before saying farewell
her heart was filled with such kindness
a love that no one could buy or sell
she told me to bring her my flowers
because only time could tell…
when her time on this earth had passed by
her spirit would leave her body, only a shell
I miss this woman I called granny
I miss how her light would swell
glistening like the stars in heaven
now, she’s the hope I’ll always tell
friends, family, those I love - because
she’s still enjoying God’s carousel
Pronounced brow with eyes sunken in,
her last meal was just medicine,
struggle one by one for every respiration,
it's as though it's asphyxiation,
the only good hand graps the window sill,
almost as though she has a regret still,
what it may be I do not know,
91 years is a very long go,
two sons she has buried before,
only to encompass a life with even more,
time left begins to shrink,
which could end the very next blink,
I pray for Granny to experience peace,
while I write her breaths start to decrease,
Lord ease her suffering on this day,
She loves you and knows Jesus' way.
Granny’s words like a blue bell ring true
How you get him is how you’ll loose him too
Playing with words phone sex as clarinet cool
When the reed becomes dull what will you do
When the instruments become familiar ground
Will pink passion be still fashion of solid ground
Are your high hopes and gropes like rope
Enough room to breathe enough room to choke
A room alive with voices who thrive, healthy hearts,
spirits of joy abound, sounding like the melody of family,
Intimate pieces of yesterday, mixed
With the present and the presence of grace.
Unspoken, the words – still, roaring, a lion heard through the silence,
Softly whispering kindness, stirring light
Who gently plays with the moments, hesitating
Like the painting on the wall - of Jesus, the bible
On the coffee table, a statement from her heart.
A room alive with songs so bright, vibrant hues of hope and love, faith
Insight into the psalms and proverbs, pieces of miracles, wonders surviving
All the fears, the tears, the years – before peace soothed away every doubt,
Leaving His presence in the house…
Beneath the nights who try to consume,
There is a grace that reassures, a prayer that abides to prove…
Granny’s gift left the world with an inheritance
Measured in light, flavored with insight
God’s glory shining bright, as the world keeps turning,
Remembering, discerning – Jesus is returning!
Granny decided this week
To no longer wear false teeth
So she eats soft food
Like beans and stew
Much less meat in her cheeks
Granny, I know you love me so,
But please just let me be, just let go.
Granny needs a little pick me up
So she makes her coffee extra thick
Dances around the kitchen
And gives her husband a gentle kick
He barely notices, for he is reading the news
Nothing that he wants to read, crazy liberal views
Did you have granny glasses with peace signs?
I pause, thinking, trying to remember.
I know that I had three pairs in the late sixties.
My favorite ones had square blue lenses.
Another one had smaller oblong lenses, which were green.
The third pair had round red lenses.
I could not see out of them well, but they were fun to have.
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