Grandma snowdrop, so lovely and white
She goes to the park and the river with
A gentle smile.
She brings back memories of children
And of pretty little flowers so bright,
Of springs that were just waiting
All the while.
How many winters have come and gone,
How many have arrived and left the street
For other parts of the world?
Grandma Snowdrop slowly lingers on
To watch the young ones grow taller
To sit beside her beloved river
And watch the grass grow
Beneath her feet.
A composite all the grandmothers everywhere and their unique out work on life I remember from visiting them and their gentle hospitality.
You made me think of the appearance of Jayne Kennedy Good Morning America this morning. She was a typical white maned grandmother with a tale to tell. She said she waited until she found out how it turned out before writing her autobiography, Plain Jayne.
But she was never plain, as the first, and very vivacious and beautiful, black female announcer on the NFL Today program.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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You made me think of the appearance of Jayne Kennedy Good Morning America this morning. She was a typical white maned grandmother with a tale to tell. She said she waited until she found out how it turned out before writing her autobiography, Plain Jayne.
But she was never plain, as the first, and very vivacious and beautiful, black female announcer on the NFL Today program.
Ron