When your grandmother
decided for care and comfort
and laid a string of pearls
across an ocean
it’s open depths
yawning the unknown
a depth you could not follow
So you said your prayers
beneath cerulean heavens
and bribed the Norse god of independence
to gather the shards
of your broken soul
After a while,
you stopped seeking her
behind half-closed doors
beyond dimly lit corridors
where patterns in the rug
became the songs of mystics
Then you implored
the enchanted air
to carry the hymns of loss
so that her ears would know
the weighty sound
of your sunken grief
and still how you miss
the image of her face
sweetly carved
by the haunting wind
upon the rocks
What a beautiful and timely poem…I was recently recalling my own grandmother’s lovely features and wishing I could see her one more time.
Thank you so much. I was very close to my grandmothers also. There really never seems to be enough time just like the song goes. xx
Thankfully, there are beautiful memories to draw upon…
Yes indeed. A lifetime of memories, but yes, we still miss them so.
this is sweet! π
Thanks so much, Jim. Have a wonderful Sunday afternoon!
This is so beautiful, Lana, and rife with longing. What a beautiful lament for one lost and missed. <3
Thank you, Diana. We do miss those moments with loved ones. xx
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Thanks, John!
You are very welcome.
Poignantly beautiful, Lana. β€οΈ
Thanks so much, Betty.
So beautifully expressed, Lana. A heartwarming poem.
Thank you, Iris. xx
The love for your grandmother comes through in this poem! The last lines seems the saddest and strongest images to me. Well done!
Thanks so much, Jo. This poem was inspired by the passing of Mrs. Bush. When I first learned she was gravely ill, I read a comment by one of her granddaughters, and I could certainly identify with those feelings. I always thought quite fondly of Ms. Bush and her pearls. xx
So glad to read this today, Lana. Another special person in my life has passed away unexpectedly. It will take a while before I stop looking for him in his old haunts, but I’m comforted to know that day is coming. Thanks for sharing that bit of peace. π
Joan, I am so sorry to hear that you have experienced another loss. I am sending thoughts of love, peace, and comfort to you. xoxo
Thanks, Lana. It was Conrad this time, the fearless leader of our poetry group. He got in a car wreck, broke his neck, died in hospice 6 days later. He was healthy for 91, it was completely unexpected. π
Oh, Joan I’m so sorry. How unexpected and tragic. Situations like this only serve to remind us how thin the line of mortality is. At some point, maybe you can take your beautiful gift of poetry and honor him with your words. xoxo
A touching and beautifully portrayed story about love and remembrance Lana <3
A sweet elegy. ‘The hymns of loss’ – love that!
Thanks so much, Frederick!
Beautiful!
Thank you, Jennie!
You are welcome!
This is gorgeous, Lana, as is all your writing. I needed something to reblog while I’m away… so I headed over here, of course, knowing that I’d find just what I was looking for – stunningly beautiful words.
Oh thank you so much Diana, on both fronts! Have a safe trip. xx
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Lovely and poignant poem. I’m glad Diana share this with us.
Thank you so much. I appreciate your very gracious comment.
Beautiful lament… Thinking of my mama and grandmother with longing to embrace them once again.
Thank you so much, Bette. I think of my grandmothers and my mother often. There will be that day. xoxo
A lovely poem LT, so beautiful and timely!
Thank you so much, Holly. xx
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Beautiful and poignant poem. I love it. β€
Thank you so much, Vashti! xx
You’re welcome. Happy Friday!
Happy Friday to you also, Vashti! Nice to connect with you on WordPress!
Thank you. Same here. π xx
So beautiful and moving, Lana! I was just thinking of my grandmother the other day and how much I miss her, your words echo my feelings perfectly. β€
Grandmothers are a true gift, and they will always have that special place inside our hearts. Much love to you, Sarah.
This poem is achingly beautiful, Lana. Diana sent me here. π
Thank you so much, Jennifer. I really appreciate your kind words. xx
What an exquisite poem and very vivid. Thanks D!
Thank you so much, Marietta. π