Summers at my
Grandparents
my grandfather charlie loved
to play dominoes
once he took my little sister and I to the domino parlor my grandmother
alma who did beautiful needlework was very angry
once he took my little sister and I to the domino parlor my grandmother
alma who did beautiful needlework was very angry
called charlie a
fool for taking two little girls to such a place
the rift was soon
mended he promised never again we often laughed about it
my grandparents
lived in a small rural texas town where fences were made of stones
robert frost
said good fences make good neighbors
... and they keep the sheep from leaving
... and they keep the sheep from leaving
down the road was a
little white country church on hot days
the windows were
open wide eyed and the bees were buzzing
we would hear
humming from the church and the scent of honeysuckle in the air
it all seems so long
ago cherished memories no longer sharp bleached and faded
May 23, 2015
18 comments:
Here it is a bright and joyous memory..even yesterday seems like a faded memory but when written and preserved it seems to spring back to life and is gratefully shared xo
Love your reminiscing here, Annell. You are fortunate to have grandfather memories. Mine were deceased before I was born. Though the memories shared are no longer sharp, they are indeed deeply rooted.
I agree with Jae....the writing of it springs it back to life. And it is a lovely thing to be able to share in your memories as the way you have written them makes them feel real to the reader as well. Beautiful :-)
Nice reflections indeed, quite heart-warming!
Poingnant ending
The images and the weaving of Robert Frost quotations made this a wonderful memory..
Quite a heart-warming poem... loved the depiction of cherished memories in the beautiful lines.. :)
Lots of love,
Sanaa
While the details of our faded memories are sometimes lost, we still bask in the joy of these times...these thoughts that break through our senses again.
How many of us will have such inconsequential but fond memories of our grandparents that keep them alive in our minds. This is a beautiful piece.
Lovely, reminds me of arguments my grandmother had with her second husband over some of his choices - and the fond memories I also have of where they lived.
I love the details. Such fond memories...
spectacular in the jagged edges of mind
Enjoyed the story :)
love how you've woven joy never to fade again...a lovely piece Annell....
love how you've woven joy never to fade again...a lovely piece Annell....
A lovely memory you've shared.
There was such a lovely quality to life then. Everything seemed much simpler, so innocent and good. Your poem takes me back to my own grandparents and those wonderful summer days of childhood.
what a beautiful memory this is... brought back some of the memories of the times i spent with my own grandparents...
I don't know how much of your tale is "true," but it reminds me of a similar experience when I was young: My beloved drunkard uncle came for a visit, and took me to the local tavern, where I watched the old men play dominoes, while my uncle quenched his thirst. My mother was furious!
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