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Grandmother
Such strength
I know you'll
Recover
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grandmother -
traversing timelines
in a rocking chair
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sweet potato pie
my grandmother used to make
i will always miss....
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Grandmother Kauai
Empathetic healer
Keeper of soul secrets
Confidante of the fey
Shamanic wise woman
Guardian of the forest
Night sky walker
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in my blooming past
grandma was a beautician
who valued my words
Dedicated to the memory of my late paternal grandmother, Mamie Regulus.
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Grandmother Willow’s wisdom passes through her leaves,
If you sit and rest beneath her bows, her wisdom you’ll receive!
~For the "Give Wisdom It's Beauty" contest~
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self confidence oozed out of her
she married and divorced two men before she was twenty-one
few women had that kind of confidence in the twenties
Marguerite is my grandmother
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mounting a ladder -
I snatch cherries from her plump tree
while grandmother naps
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Re-post 6/17/2020
Best Haiku Ever Old or New
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Mama Mary taught me crochet
Pa Kemp taught me sure to respect her
Grandmother taught me how to cook foods that please
Grandfather, who was her protector
taught me things that....
I'm still learning.
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Grandmother spider’s weaving is intricate, delicate, beyond compare
Like Belgium lace or the intricate weave of a bamboo chair
She spins her truth by night, it gets water beads on it by day.
We observe in silence as she puts her strings together in a certain way.
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Spiritual ways personified gladly
Choices given to her easily in her dreams
Her relaxed soul hears her spirit guides
Her power animals snort and hiss.
She hears Grandmother Sky, who is persistent.
Sage wisdom oozes into her mind state
Internalized as she slumbers, unaware
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The smell of my mother
It’s the Coco Chanel fragrance she wears every day
It’s the scent of her make up
It’s the aroma of coffee and spearmint candy
My grandmother smells of sugar and roses
Of thank giving dinner and sweet potato pie
Of chocolate and perfume
Of spice and chamomile tea
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She is a flapper
1920
vintage
I am enthralled and enthused
I cannot get enough of her
I have drawn her on many canvases
She reminds me of my grandmother
who divorced two men by the time she was nineteen
a woman who was unafraid to live her truth before women knew they could
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It’s your sixty fifth birthday
Enjoy it now because
Time goes fast like a cheetah
But you’ll always have your memories
Of the things you love the most
And you’ll always love your family
These words were written by my friend Russell Floyd in 2013 for his grandmother when he was seven years old.
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Great grandmother Rosa
Grandmother Maryrose
And Mother Roseann
Daughter April Rose
Granddaughter Kayla Rose
Granddaughter Ella Rose
Love all my Roses
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AP: 3rd place 2021
Posted on October 13, 2019
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She rolls her eyes a whole lot
And finally, not at me!
She pulls me over to her side
Gently fools me with her disguise
Like to child
In childlike-needs of consolation-
Like my beloved-grandmother
Still, with a stern-affirmation,
bumps a kiss over my head
then, sings my song
as she slowly lays me to bed!
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I do not know?
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My life is what it is
Let me live it my way
My life
My life is my son and my mom and my grandmother
My life
My life is my dad
My life
My life is my family
My life
My life is my man
My life
My life is me
My life
My life is what it is
Let me live it my way
My life
Vanessa N Brown
Copyright ©2005 Vanessa Brown
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grandmother
if there are roses in heaven
will you send one down just for me
so i can hold it close to my heart
where you will always be
i will lay it on my pillow each night
as the angels tuck me in
i will now that you are near me and feel your pressence once again
i am thankful for all the years you were there to help me through
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That was Christmas! Great Great Grandma told them.
The children were stunned at the old photo.
This did not look like any Christmas they had ever had.
Why is the picture all gray?
Their great-great-grandmother explained black and white.
She pointed out her gifts. She had been six. Her sister was four.
Only two gifts each?
The children were stunned.
Not understanding.
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In my kitchen I have an ordinary pot but it's very special to me,
because this pot belonged to my Grandmother you see.
Big and black with handles on the side,
not much to look at with the naked eye.
She could orchestrate the food with a wave of her hand,
just like holding a baton to lead the band.
Now I am the composer of the recipes,
with an ordinary pot that's very special to me.
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Over the hills and through the city streets
but nobody was home
Thanksgiving day was the loneliness
time of the year
went to grandmother house
but everyone ate
no one was home
No lovey family members
called and wished me a Happy Thanksgiving
no one called
I eat my Thanksgiving dinner
alone
I watched the football game
alone
I prayed to God why hast thou
forsaken me
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reflection of grandmother
her flowers happily welcoming
unaware she is gone now
the same walkway
with African violets
but not the same in any other way
my cousins are here
lots of hugging
she knew all of their names one says
we all know this
but not one of us can recall them
she is sorely missed
her home is just a house now
nothing special
the sorting and arguing begins
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Nostalgic memories of having root beer floats with my grandmother
While Sitting on her steps scents of lilacs and peony’s waft through the air
Watching fuzzy caterpillars, mosquitoes and grasshoppers that are near
Feeling the warm sunshine on my body, and the breeze tickle my nose
5/3/19 Edited
From my Poem "Summer" written 6/14/18
Contest: Liberum Divisa
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
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She lived her life her way, he told us.
We stared at him, not understanding.
Because of our upbringing, we lived our life our way too.
Didn’t everybody?
She was your great grandmother, and she was fiercely independent.
We did not understand.
Wasn’t everybody?
She divorced two men before she was twenty, he told us.
We were not surprised.
This is common right?
Apparently not in 1934.
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Your bright eyes of old
A story to be told
Containing memories of youth
With some embellished truth
You have been strong
For so very long
A life of perfection
With unchanged direction
Your words guide me well
In all that you tell
But no answers for sale
Allowing me to fail
So I may learn
From you in turn
To remember what I do
And pass it onto someone new
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