She was my namesake
and my paternal grandmother,
aged 65 when I was born.
She was, until the day she died,
to fits of the giggles prone.
The daughter of Czech immigrants,
and the second oldest of ten,
her trusty shield for enduring hardship
was her doubtless, insatiable grin.
Through "all good THINGS,"
I knew of happiness;
at least I thought I did,
'til she gently raised my comprehension
of the conditions in which she'd lived.
While I was hardly "spoiled,"
my life is filled with fun;
I count a cake for every birthday . . .
She recalled soley One!
Most precious among her memories,
her eyes would dance as she would tell
"How Mother baked that special cake--
Oh! The gift of taste and smell !!! "
And as for hugs and kisses,
her memories much like the cake--
"Papa rocked me one whole night through
to ease a monstrous toothache."
She put herself through Nursing School,
after leaving home at 21.
Sound descretion brought "Kit,"
her life-long Love,
and the birth of two beautiful sons.
Thus, it is my privilledge
to claim her heredity mine;
if genetics follows suit,
I'll be Square Dancing at 89.
And when I am prone to pining
or lamenting this or that--
I am merely called to reflect a while
on the radiant magic
of Martha Victoria's smile.
So many of our ancestors come from such hard and humble beginnings but they were greatly loved and will always be remembered and cherished. This touches me very deeply.
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on September 20, 2002
I know that sort of love and respect....My Nana is like the salt of the earth....she's had a hard life....yet to her it was simply perfect..Beautiful thoughts. Thanks, Dani
Your poem speaks very eloquently of the one you love....thanks for sharing
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on September 19, 2002
Delightful write!
Reviewed by Penny Hayes (Reader)
Reviewed on September 19, 2002
Oh how the people in our lives, we so do cherish to the very end. Thanks for the sentiments... of grandmotherly love.
Reviewed by A. Hack (Reader)
Reviewed on September 19, 2002
Great imagery. It's like watching
a sepia-colored movie. Nostalgic.
"And when I am prone to pining
or lamenting this or that--
I am merely called to reflect a while
on the radiant magic
of Martha Victoria's smile.."-->>loved this.
what a wonderful woman...and what a beautiful tribute...thank you, vicki...this, although my 'nana' was not quite the same, still, it brings her very special memory of such love, strength and a very special simle kindness for me that won't be forgotten, thank you so very much...and oh, this is, this is a remembrance full of the good...bless you!
Reviewed by Energy Shifter (Reader)
Reviewed on September 16, 2002
Enduring love. Beautiful
Reviewed by kay devenish again
Reviewed on September 16, 2002
So very sorry Vicky dear,I just re read it and realise she is 'gone' now ,sorry, she will feel all our affection from where she is as she is that place so worthy of her,heaven,she would be indeed so proud of her name sake.
sincerely,
kay devenish
The love in this poem is so pure and true that not to have cried in it I think would have been a waste of a heart.Through tears I type that 'I loved this poem' and the feelings it that you shared with me.I saw my own grandparents in it ,how blessed we are Vicky, to have known such people as the likes of your dear Martha Victoria.
Give her a hug from Australia will you?
Thanks.
Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook (Reader)
Reviewed on September 16, 2002
Oh, I hope you ARE square dancing at 89. This is a great rhyme with wonderful sentiments. Bravo, Vicky!
A wonderful remembrance of your Grandmother Vicky..I have the same heritage on my maternal side.I know that spirit of perserverance, it's a great trait to have.
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a sepia-colored movie. Nostalgic.
"And when I am prone to pining
or lamenting this or that--
I am merely called to reflect a while
on the radiant magic
of Martha Victoria's smile.."-->>loved this.
Cheers,
Krisette
sincerely,
kay devenish
Give her a hug from Australia will you?
Thanks.
Tim
Loved the heartfelt
emotions here.