21. Grandmother
Her words
are like a golden thread that binds our family.
Her wisdom,
like an art that shares so generously.
Her words
are like a golden thread that binds our family.
Her wisdom,
like an art that shares so generously.
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I don't know when it happened.
I don't know when she came,
But she's the one I always knew.
Grandma was her name.
This a was beautifully written piece. It "touched me" as the question asked. It also made me think about what my Grandma has been doing for me. This is encouraging, good work.
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Strong, beautiful black woman, so peaceful and serene,
You deserve to live in Paradise and shown the finer things.
Life has dealt you plenty of cards, some winning, others bad,
And tides have brought in waves of memories: both happy and sad.
I hope you don't mind that I shared this poem with a Great Grandmother in our church, she has custody of her two great grandchildren, one of them is 8 and the other is just born 3 months...
Grandma, I wonder
where you keep your wings.
Are they hung in your closet
I have such a weakness for grandmas. It has to be because of my grandmother. She was the single most influential person in my life. She was my very own angel and I thank God for allowing her...
Grandma,
A baby cradled in your arms...
Teaching me your gentle charms.
Growing up with you by my side...
Thank you for this lovely poem. I lost my grandma last September to cancer in four places. I didn't even want to start to think about life without her here. I know it will be hard, but I have...
Buttons from the button box
Stringing them end to end
More precious in my memories
Than the most expensive gem.