Ann Marie
Opened that gate a thousand times
Near the fig tree on your corner lot
Strawberries growing near the alley
The comfort you gave couldn't be bought
Grapevines on your fence
Playing pool in your den
Late nights with Carson
It was simpler back then
Watching babies at church
You served there year after year
You gave birth to my mother
I miss you grandma my dear
Rocky Road candy bars
Peppermint ice cream
Lawrence Welk on the tube
It seems like a dream
Pigeons, crows, sparrows, doves
Fix 'em, tame 'em, take them all in
Fresh eggs from the coop
Seed from Kruse Feed filled up the bin
Watching babies at church
You served there year after year
You gave birth to my mother
I miss you grandma my dear
Little things I remember
Two decks for canasta
A trip to the track
You won that exacta
Men placing bets
Cigar smoke would cloud
Boy with his grandma
We'd both feel so proud
Watching babies at church
You served there year after year
You gave birth to my mother
I miss you grandma my dear
Alzheimers robbed you
I watched you fade
Three daughters and grandkids
A legacy you made
Like the infield so green
That day at the grave
This antique piano
Your memory plays
Watching babies at church
You served there year after year
You gave birth to my mother
I miss you grandma my dear
--Shenandoah Lynd
posted by Doah at 12:15 AM
3 Comments:
Simple words strung like vivid colors
cast rainbows across a dreary sky
conjur memories in profound clarity
of moments shared with a special guy
An angel on earth your words recall
with vivid glimpses also shared
So innertwined in growing up
this special woman's gift we shared
In tears I remember our Ann Marie
a treasure, a gift, our legacy
A poet herself, attuned to God's whispers
her insights, her voice, her humor we'd see
Now eloquent words from a humble grandson
weave ponderings alike in a soul's simple rhyme
Time melts away for my own inner child
and I once again yearn for that long ago time
I thank you my cousin, a poet, my friend
As I let this humble verse now come to an end!
Okay, that is the coolest comment I've ever read. I poem in reply by my cousin. I am honored to be written about. Now, I am choked up. So far away, yet so close my Jamie. Simply lovely.
She sounds like a wonderful woman. I'm about to cry and I didn't even know her. That's the beauty of poetry. It takes you to a special place all your own. a place of reflection. Keep writing. You make the world better.
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