by AuldSoul 7 Replies latest jw friends
Dusting Off a Memory
Satisfied and tired
grass stains raking
"Boots!" I know, I know
clump, clump
knob turned shut silent
rocking chair
chin to chest
slouched, feet dragging
Satisfied and tired
light trips
across the glitter
floating free
between drapes and mantle
over wooden floors
young fingers, mine,
play on curled wooden arms
Tired
glimmer dances
mantle worn
drapes in tatters
sheets dress the room
colder now she died
old fingers, mine,
tap covered wooden arms
Place could use a dusting
In memory of my maternal grandmother, the finest person I ever met.
>> In memory of my maternal grandmother, the finest person I ever met.
Beautiful, very evocative. And I'm sure she was very special to you. I wish I'd met her.
Dave
Beautiful, very evocative
I agree! Very nice.
In memory of my maternal grandmother, the finest person I ever met. I do hope one of mine will say something like that about me when I am only a memory..
Lovely...AuldSoul
Auld Soul,
Your poem reminds me of an ancient Chinese poem, I've tried to find it, but not succeeded.
The first line went something like this,
Fallen leaves against the door sill
Ah, no sound.....
The meaning was, that the sweeper of the leaves was missing, gone, and the melencholy mate left behind was mourning his loss.
belbab
AuldSoul, that is such a lovely poem, thankyou for sharing it.
