Grandmother Recovery From Poems

Grandma Sews

Some yarn, a bit of ribbon, 
a flour sack, and loads of love... 
these are the materials
that made the dress I wore
the day I...

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Have you forgotten you have dementia 
I've been gravely expressing my feelings 
how you left the stove on again and again
I have reminded you it's...

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It’s easy for you to tell me about me
You can take a magnifying glass and see problems I don’t see
Within a breath you can summarize...

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I take a deep breath
And step out onto the stage
I'm just another actor
Escaping the shackles of shadows
To stand before the world
With my heart unfurled for...

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We arrived, it was 7 a.m. 
Then I was just a small girl
I still don't know why it made her angry 
I will never know...

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The Echo of a Soul 
By Andrew Weeden 

In the windswept hills of vibrant green, 
Here I sit at your lonely grave. 
The bright flower...

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Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memoboys dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of...

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The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and...

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I pray for mother 
 
	Mother!	
You could have stayed
Forever was my longing
Oh mother!
Does it really have to be you?
Mothers are too special to lose

You gave...

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The refrain was so soft I almost didn’t hear,
When the essence of WOMAN sighed in my ear.
“It’s safe to go back” were the words that...

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