Your eyes were like crystal pools, I got lost within them
I loved you and your English muffins with marmalade
I never knew anyone who went frog gigging but you did
You floated on ice skates with the children on the pond
You were always laughing and smiling never sad
But were you inside when you lost your love George?
I loved your home in the woods and long to be there still
I long just to talk to you once more my dearest loving Nana
You had a root cellar and lived on a lake, just my style
The woods were where you loved to be, gone fishing
I thought it strange that you made homemade turtle soup
You called them snappers catching them with a chicken leg
How do I even express the all of you, you’re just perfect
You hunted, fished and hiked the woods, yet quite a lady
No wonder my mother was all she was she had you
No way to touch you or call I send this to the heavens
this is such a beautiful tribute--you were truly blessed
Reviewed by Georg Mateos
Reviewed on February 4, 2009
One of the most touching, in my opinion, poems I have read here, is the ones dedicated to Grandmothers. God bless you for remember and make us to remember our old and precious ones!
memories, those marvelous vignettes of our past, irretrievably lost in the shadows of time -- and grandmothers, can there possibly be more wonderful people on God's earth -- I loved this moving tribute Theresa -- peace, love and great joy to you --- JMW
Heartfelt and captivating portrait of a wonderful-sounding woman and lady, Theresa. You have painted her most vividly and your words and sentiment let us know just how deeply you admire and love her. An awesome fullness of character is in your genes, and it shows! :)) xx
Grandmothers are joy in our hearts. We will always remember them. When I was a little girl, I often shared the same bed with my grandma. She liked it when I slept beside her, even though it was a small bed.
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Georg
Peace & love to you
William
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
fee
This is rich memoir and a larger-than-life character bounces off the page...what a lady!
Thank you so much for this, just wonderful.
John
Lovely tribute to your grandmother indeed!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
Be always safe,
Karen