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Grandma
Contributed by
softerware
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Sunday, 4th January 2015 @ 09:16:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Whenever I make a mess of my day;
I hear my grandmother patiently say;
“Tomorrow is only a few hours away!”
She had a saying to right every wrong;
Wisdoms to help us to grow up and be strong!
Her cooking was good, her English was not;
The older I grew, the wiser she got.
She trusted in God, superstition, and sweat;
And made us believe what we gave, we would get.
She mended our dresses, and watched us grow tall;
By marking our heights every week on her wall.
She braided her rugs and braided her hair;
And wore the same apron and rocked the same chair.
And when we ran home, she would always be there.
Her chickens made pillows and dumplings with stew;
The wishbones we broke could make wishes come true!
We watched her rake hay, and when she’d allow;
Squirt milk at kittens straight from the cow!
We helped polish eggs, with our hands in wool socks;
To sell to the tourists, a dollar a box.
With toothpicks and sunshine her windowsill bore;
Our sweet tater vines that curled down to the floor!!
She didn’t like salesmen; and bankers were thieves;
Money she taught us to tuck up our sleeves!
If company came when the house was a fright;
She’d light all the candles, and turned down the lights.
When we made mistakes, she would say “Good for you!”
Then ask what we’d learned from what we’d been through!
When money ran out , her faith would endure;
And you know, she was right --we always made more.
Praise, she believed was a present unwrapped;
“Never”, she’d say, “throw a compliment back!”
Sad times were dealt with by forming a band;
With a pot and a spoon in everyone’s hand;
We’d march through the house on a zig-zagging course;
Singing and banging until we were hoarse!
Anger was spent on an old yellow broom;
Sweeping with vengeance each carpeted room;
Triumphant she’d stand on the porch and survey;
As the breeze took the dust (and the anger) away.
Moments of solitude, quiet time to think;
She found in her apron in front of her sink.
With smoky blue eyes, bespeckled and gray;
She was wiser than most in her own special way;
She turned tears to kisses, and teeth into dimes;
And me to a grown up who shares her in rhymes.-
She’s no longer with us, but I often think;
The reason for windows over the sink;
Is not for the light, as the contractor’s say;
But to stare at your garden and think through your day.
Copyright ©
softerware
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2015-01-04 21:16:49]
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Re: Grandma
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 4th January 2015 @ 10:57:05 PM AEST
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| Love it!!! Thank you for sharing. Definitely brings a smile and very heart warming!. |
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Re: Grandma
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by unknown_utopia on
Monday, 5th January 2015 @ 02:44:48 AM AEST
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Sweet memories
good topic,
thanx for sharing... |
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Re: Grandma
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by kmec1990 on
Tuesday, 6th January 2015 @ 08:56:38 AM AEST
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What a beautiful memory and tribute, favorite thing I've read in a long while thanks for sharing
Kris |
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Re: Grandma
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by Archie on
Tuesday, 6th January 2015 @ 10:13:24 AM AEST
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| I love your poem. Your Grandma reminds me of the people who step into my life from time to time and inspire me with encouraging acts and words. Thank you for sharing your inspiration with us. |
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Re: Grandma
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 7th January 2015 @ 04:33:09 AM AEST
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| Absolutely adorable. Such teachings are never forgotten; such wisdom unmatchable in this modern world of ours. Excuse me, there's something in my eye. |
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Re: Grandma
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by elle on
Wednesday, 7th January 2015 @ 05:17:03 PM AEST
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Bravo!
My favorite read in quite a while.
I love all your memories and I have my own as well.
I don't think people are anything like they used to be
& that's such a shame.
I hope my boys remember me this well & with this much love.
You are very lucky!!!
:) elle |
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Re: Grandma
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 11th January 2015 @ 04:14:47 AM AEST
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| Absolutely beautiful!! I loved it! And the way you ended the poem is amazing :) |
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Re: Grandma
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by speedy on
Sunday, 11th January 2015 @ 01:38:39 PM AEST
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Great write.
Hannah B |
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Re: Grandma
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by ladyfawn on
Sunday, 18th January 2015 @ 10:30:05 PM AEST
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my grandmother raised me too, this was so beautifully
penned, thanks for the memories you inspired!
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: Grandma
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by Pogivic on
Sunday, 29th March 2015 @ 09:00:55 PM AEST
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| I love the line that says, " the older I grew, the wiser she got." I experienced that with my Grandmother. She had so many wise saying I was surprised to learn in later years that many of them came from the Bible. Guess she was definitely the best influence on my life. |
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