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SOME NOSTALGIC REFLECTION
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JOURNAL # 41 blue plates on a green shelf
potted plants aligning the kitchen sink
window seal
antiques doth the old house fill
such gloriously warm memories
can take me right back there still
to 1015 East 12th Street
right off 13nth Street hill
with Grandma back there in her
favorite faded apron
fussing around her kitchen
with all those mouth watering
wonderful food smells
many a Saturday afternoon
I recall in childhood happily spent there
so astonishingly well
I miss my so beloved Grandma
still to this very day, can't you tell
but blessedly early angelic intervention
likely on her part some 30 plus years ago
has kept the sound of her cherished voice
so very alive in my mind's inner ear
that and her invigorating spirit is what
guides me through this confusing terrestrial
sphere
and to think that house she lived in is still there
and that street is not so very far away from
where I live now
and yet for nearly 3 dozen years
Grandma has been gone from us
and will be until time no longer allows...........
(July 15, 2014 510am)
Some Nostalgic Reflection:
I so welcomed this poem and truly love your work here. It so reminds me of myself and my younger sister visiting our grandmother and grandfather most Sundays, after Chapel. My grandmother used to let us gather the fruit from the back garden and show us how to bake, simple desserts for the lunch table. This poem of yours realy touched a chord with me, I too wish my grandmother had not passed away. Great days!! Beautiful poem - you have made me wonder whether to write about my grandmother. So inspiring.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Oh do write about her...............
you will never regret it. I had mine with me on this earth for a mere 12 short years but next to my own mother she had the biggest impact upon me. I find myself using examples she set for me and repeating things she said to me. I'm not suicidal by any means but I do long for the day of my own death so I can run to my grandmother and just tell her in pure love what she meant to me. Your comments really touched my heart. I'm glad I struck a chord of communion in your own heart. God gives us that ability to affect/effect each other even ones we don't know personally upon this earth. What a beautiful gift to have huh? Oh and once you write the poem about your grandma please let me know so I can read it as well. Thanks so much for your heartfelt sharing........ So very sincerely, Melissa