by Keith D Brinson
Monday, August 19, 2002
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A warm and generous embrace
A bristly beard upon his face
An open home inviting us all
Comforting thoughts of when I was small
Though a fog hung in the air
From tobacco smoked, I didn’t care
His games of chase and water in the ears
Fond memories remembered throughout the years
Sitting, on the old porch swing
Hung from squeaking chains, I’d cling
While being chased end to end
Then in trouble, to the corner he’d send
The garden grew much more than most
We’d toil those hot days and we would roast
The tomatoes were huge and very juicy
A few thrown meant words, from Grandma Lucy!
Like most her age she cleaned and baked
Such good food! Seems we always ate!
Worrisome she was, to an extent
And if you were wrong, you’d better repent!
True believers were they that I loved
Gone from this earth, now up above
But forever with me, their memory stays
Jack and Lucy, thanks for those days!
Two beautiful people
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|Reviewed by Masarat Daud (Reader)
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|A wonderful tribute to them both. It seems you have quite the memories and I thank you for sharing them. Excellent write my friend.
|Reviewed by Vicky Jeter
I am working on poems for each of my grandmothers. Yours moves me heartily along.
Well done! Thanks. Vicky
|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|Warm and touching tribute for your
grandparents. Stirs up my own memories
of long, long ago days spent with my own
grands. Thank you for sharing!
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|may jack and lucy continue to live on in your memories; thanks for sharing them with us!! lovely tribute; they would sure be proud!!! love, your friend, karen lynn. ((HUGS))|