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Grandma in the City
by Aberjhani
Saturday, September 02, 2006
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(Incredible drawing by Luther Vann. Lovers of fine art may view work by Vann currently on display until November 4, 2006, at Urban Art Works in Alpharetta, Georgia.)

Sirens carving up the rose
of dusk
were the only songbirds
our neighborhood had to offer.
A drunken manís oath
the only rooster to wake you.

My children never studied
the rural pages of quiet
in which you traced
your pine-scented gnosis.
Love was the immortal air
that animated
their hugs and voices
far too freely
for your reserved comfort. 

Strength deserted your heart.
Pain stabbed arrows of time
into the hips that cradled my mother,
her two sisters, and four brothers.
The only magic tonic
I knew to give you was this
tattered shawl of presence. 

Was I arrogant to consider
your soul a crippled sparrow
fluttering archaic hymns in the rain?
Beating tired wings against
the silent windows of heaven?

I would not have been had I
seen the beautiful hands already
poised to soothe your weariness.
How was it I did not know
that years after your final flight
my memory and smile would still spend
entire evenings softly singing your life. 

© 9/2/2006

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Reviewed by Vesna Blueflame 9/25/2006
your soul a crippled sparrow
fluttering archaic hymns in the rain?
Beating tired wings against
the silent windows of heaven?

poignant lines..

Exquisite work as always Aberjhani..

Reviewed by Barbara Terry 9/24/2006
This tribute is very sweetand I agree with *She* that your grandmother was guiding your hand when you were writing this. This is so heartfelt and right from the soul, Aberjhani.

I only knew one of my Grandmothers tho, because I did not know my father or his side of the family. But my mother's mother, raised 5 boys and 2 girls during the depression. One of my aunts was an infant when she was killed in a car accident.

The strength of grandmothers is a strength we can all learn from and your grandmother is no exception. From this writing I could feel her strength.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 9/10/2006
A loving tribute to the soft rock in your hard place--the city.

I remember both of my grandmothers, saddened by the Great Depression and two World Wars, but giving freely of their time and love. One even joined me in an epic car trip across the country, showing me her frugal roadside traveling ways--cabins and baloney sandwiches by a stream.

Reviewed by Paul Williams 9/6/2006
A sublimly stunning and moving tribute written with the cherished insight of a loving son.

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G 9/4/2006
Beating tired wings against
the silent windows of heaven? ---- I think your sweet nonselfish Grandma helped not only to inspire these words and thoughts you used so well! She helped guide you through this heartfelt poem -Abe- VEry exquisite and I could feel your loss! Her pain was much and you wrote it so well! Great Write once again~ Warmly, *She*oxo
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU 9/3/2006

Blessed are those that sing the memory of their family's members, for they they will never lose their identities.

The closing lines of "Grandma in the City" make it sublime:
"How was it I did not know
that years after your final flight
my memory and smile would still spend
entire evenings softly singing your life."

I have enjoyed the reading of "Grandma in the City".

In gratitude and admiration,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Susan de Vegter 9/2/2006
In this folk poem I hear my own Memaw and her sweet voice, sing-song like, speaking quietly then opening wide her eyes to punchuate certain parts to bring out the laid open jaws in awe of us magic. Thank you for btinging this to me. I can't tell you how much your thoughts of your sweet grandmother is like my own. Both of these graceful women lived in Savannah and now I wonder if they weren't acquainted.
Reviewed by Martin Hebert 9/2/2006
~~Aberjhani~~we must have existed in similar neighborhood and listened to similar roosters..the imagery and expression of love in this poem is outstanding~~

Reviewed by jude forese 9/2/2006
i never knew my mother, so i find your very soothing ... it offers the insight of a son, as he matures celebrates his mother's memory ... a cherished woman whose son as a young man may have taken her love for granted ...
Reviewed by Sherry Heim 9/2/2006
The impact of those who spend our childhood with us often doesn't manifest until we reach adulthood; then those warm memories become a sweet song to soothe our weary souls and a medicinal balm to heal the troubled times in which we live. Often their strength was in what we imagined to be fraility, for it was the wisdom of their years that lent to the gentle nature they had learned to live within. You touch the soul of the reader with your words, Aberjhani, pulling from each of us those aging memories that were the sweet amongst the bitter of our childhoods.
Take care,
Reviewed by Linda Luna (Reader) 9/2/2006

You have a magnificient way of capturing family love and generational ties that bind...every image and word precious gems to ponder and hold up to our own lives to reflect back on. Thank you.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside 9/2/2006
So poignant for me, Aberjhani, as the impact of the life and times of my own Mother are only just now coming home to roost. And suddenly how important my roots and bloodlines have become. Suddenly I feel grounded in the who I am, and blessed are those who do not take 50 years to discover that safe anchor. This is a most beautiful tribute, written with purpose and on-going devotion. It is good that the close-links of generations never cease from generating. Tender lines, and I especially like "The only magic tonic I knew to give you was this tattered shawl of presence"... What more comfort and joy could she possibly need or desire heavy about her tired shoulders? And yes... our stumbling, stringy "presence" when life is young and age is puzzling is very well likened to that tattered but feeling shawl. Precious beyond words. TY Kate xx
Reviewed by Connie Faust 9/2/2006
This is more beautiful than mere words; it speaks of family love.
Your tattered shawl presence blessed her more than you can know.
It seems to me that we truly reflect on the meaning of their lives and appreciate all that they meant to us when they have departed.
What a blessing memory can be!
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 9/2/2006
A beautiful offering Aberjhani!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Chrissy McVay 9/2/2006
Lovely sentimental poem...
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader) 9/2/2006
Sad beginning but grand finale. Words flowed. A beautiful poem. Victor
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 9/2/2006
This is so touching and soul-stirring, Aberjhani; it is a lovely, lovely tribute and a beautiful gift. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by richard cederberg 9/2/2006
The poignant air of this superb write almost incapacitates the eyes with the splendiferous imagery that flows literally from strophe to strophe.

I felt as if I was reading a painting.

"Your pine-scented gnosis" ... the poet applying a fragrance to the understanding of spiritual mysteries, stopped me dead. Magnificent!

This write is so personal, but at the same time it manages to evoke personal memories, in this writer, of his own young life and those that left lasting impressions.

"The only magic tonic
I knew to give you was this
tattered shawl of presence."

It seems as if the poet is describing himself as a child caught betwixt forces that ofttimes made no sense to his young mind.

"GRANDMA IN THE CITY" was for me an evocative write which reminded me of one of the most important humans in my life, my own Grandma Gunvor.

I salute you poet, for your ability to paint life with such masterful strokes.

In fraternity and unity unwavering ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Reviewed by E T Waldron 9/2/2006
"The only magic tonic
I knew to give you was this
tattered shawl of presence."

Those words struck so deeply in me,as presence is the most precious gift we have to give. Your poetry always drains me emotionally, because your beautiful mind and heart shine through every line.
I love the art too! Thank you, Aberjhani!

Reviewed by George Carroll 9/2/2006
Sometimes we don't appreciate what we have until it is gone. Masterful write and wonderful art work in your pic.
Reviewed by Peter Paton 9/2/2006

You are the poetic and fluid master and minstrel of Savannah
It is all about Timing and Perception my dear friend...

There are some things that we are not meant to know at a particular juncture in our life, veiled and shielded from our ignorant and misguided eyes and ears, until the revelation and coming of Knowing..

Rest and your treasured Grandma are one in Spirit, and aligned and harmonized in the Unseen World

Reviewed by A PAX 9/2/2006
Very touching

We hold those close to our hearts in comfort and respect
Be they passed on.....or geographically far

I can see you are blessed by her love and always will be
she is part of you......and your poetry
pax A
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 9/2/2006
How was it I did not know
that years after your final flight
my memory and smile would still spend
entire evenings softly singing your life.

But you know now, and you sing it very well.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) 9/2/2006
Absolutely beautiful free verse.
Your choice of words is exquisite.

That's the beauty of free verse, the flow of words.
Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope) 9/2/2006
Great tribute to grandma. Loved this very much
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 9/2/2006
B E A U T I F U L, moving verse, Aberjhani; saving this glorious tribute in song.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 9/2/2006
Nice one, friend; very well penned! BRAVO!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
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