The sun rose gently, soft and warm,
But the house feels quiet, missing her charm.
Eid mornings filled with light and grace,
Now hold echoes of her smiling face.
She'd sit by the door, hands soft and old,
A shawl wrapped tight against the cold.
Her eyes would shine with joy anew,
As we lined up, eager for what we knew.
A crisp ten-rupee note, folded with care,
Slipped into our hands with a loving stare.
To the world, it was small – just a simple bill,
But in our hearts, it holds value still.
We’d run and laugh, feeling so grand,
That tiny treasure safe in hand.
To her, it wasn’t the amount she gave,
But the love and blessings that she saved.
Now Eid arrives, but she’s not here,
Her absence is sharp, yet love draws near.
I close my eyes and I can see,
Her gentle smile, watching over me.
The ten rupees may fade away,
But the memories will always stay.
Her kindness lingers, soft and deep,
A love eternal, ours to keep.
So as we gather, side by side,
We know she’s with us, full of pride.
And every Eid, in hearts and prayer,
We found our great-grandmother there.
I am so blessed to have great-grandchildren.
Four generations now upon our tree;
three girls- age four, one and a half, nine weeks.
How fortunate to have them now to see.
But, something I did not expect to feel;
my mind now dwelling on my last days when-
if even blessed to live one hundred years-
the three of them- just teenagers by then.
These gifts, for certain, God has given me;
was graced to see my children- theirs too, know.
But now, these younger ones grant little time
for me to love- watch them mature and grow.
My years now steer to life's finality;
Such painful thoughts I've come to realize.
As great grand-mom- the time is flying fast;
so much I'll miss- abrupt or late demise.
But, I must grasp my life as nearly full-
enjoying them for just a little while;
more empty if they never graced my world!
So, thank you, God- for brightening my smile!
Lois stepped out of the cover of 1922
Go away! She told me. I am having a smoke.
Her confidence permeated the room.
She had her feet on the couch.
With her shoes on.
I was enthralled.
Delighted.
Wanted
to be her.
My mother had never told me about this woman.
Lois was my great-grandmother, a roundabout, a floozy.
A woman with means who did not have to put up with trouble.
She married trouble twice.
Divorced them both.
One at age 17.
The other at age 19.
Lois was a woman who did not have to answer to anyone.
I was intrigued and wanted to know more.
I began to read her journal.
And I never fully put it down.
Holding first grandchild,
I can see us in her face.
Great-grandmother's joy.
The 80’s and 90’s she rocked
Flawless piece of tender hope that always settled in her strong heart
Trees she climbed, folk tales she told and the heart she won,
Is the treasure she hinged onto us,
Pretty, courageous with a golden heart lustrous soul
NOW GONE,
Leaving the violets’ withered,
Innocent laughter and mesmerising songs
in a void.
But a smile she left.
A vestige
For me to discover and for her to shine brighter in the sky.
Great Grandmother Barb
By Franklin Price
02/16/2022
Family meant everything
To you, when you were here.
There came another yesterday
You're a Great Grandmother, dear
All is fine with mom and baby
They are doing as they should
I pray you're seeing them from heaven
Both of them are doing good
Wish you could be here with me
That was never meant to be
Through my own eyes you will see them
You'll always be a part of me.
Ma,
Leaping off the crown of a candle,
A hot bead without hold or handle,
Blobbed as us all on the bee-smell body of a star.
Air,
Shushing from the womb of her shell room,
The leant lung's slow snore looping her loom,
Muddled with the booze which bruised her peaceful as a pear.
Hands,
Holding normal knowings in knot-roots,
Splaying through the spokes of new cahoots,
All gusts must rust and turn to dust ~ as Felixstowe pebbles will wave to wax; fast towed, fed lights, we the festooned elixir of ocean-spanned sands.
My Great Grandmother
Trinidad Pacheco
I Miss you
but I know that your happy
You were always kind and giving
you never missed are Birthday's
I will see you again oneday
In Heaven.
R.IP Great Grandmother
Sara
Kind, compassionate, gentle, loving
Great grandmother of Karter
Who feels great love for Karter
Great gran who feels care and concern
Great gran who fears the future of earth
Who would like to see peace and economic stability for whole world
Residence of USA
Several have asked about Karter
I was going to write this for
Carol's contest but did not get
it done..
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I kissed an angel's cheek today and watched her as she flew away.
I couldn't hold back the tears I cried, as I said my last goodbyes.
For never again would I be able to see that beautiful angel open her eyes and
breathe.
Now she's up at Heaven's gate,
where her husband has been at wait.
He kissed that angel's cheek today, and held her hand as they walked away.
He couldn't hold back the tears he cried, as he hugged her with a joyful sigh.
Now she's bowing at the Father's feet, a person she has longed to meet.
He kissed that angel's cheek today, he was so glad she was there to stay.
He couldn't hold back the tears he cried, as he showed his amazing pride.
For that angel will always be up in Heaven with God, our King.
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