Buttermilk Sky

"The Cow jumped over the Moon and the Dish ran away with the Spoon"

The Winds of Time pass over the Wind Chimes 

Cold Rain falls softly as droplets of Eventide 

become stepping stones...  

We are drawn to Candle-lit windows 

where Music plays on the olde Victrola...  

Hearts always Yearning for the touch of 

Grandpa's aging smile given the Gift of more Time 

(dedicated to Grandpa Dave Roop)  

 

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Hi Pat,
Had to go through many of your poems to find one I had not read..
Love the title of this lovely poem of yours...
Dedicating a poem to a loved relative is so so wonderful...
words like axing smile make me think of my wonderful father (died at 96) and his smile..this brings tears to my eyes..
Lisa, going to the beach this morning.. only 4 minutes away...first time this year!!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lisa… the Beach in Spain must be an extraordinary delight. I can imagine the quiet Coves and walks on the Shore… sunbathing in the wsrm Sunshine… watching Seagulls as they fly softly through the Sky. I spent many a Summer by the Atlantic Ocean where we stayed in a Cottage and could run through the Sand to the Water’s edge. You can put your worries to rest and be mesmerized by the Vastness of Sea and Sky. Lovely to know you came by for a Visit. gently, Pat

[Lisasview]

Firsttime since last year and we arrived at 8:30am no one was there...so easy to park but by 10:00am it was packed.. left at about 11:30am... perfect morning..
Lisa

[Einstein Noodle]

Pat! .. i think this is one of your best .. the "milk tongue" of the title continues all the way through in beautiful imaging .. i feel blessed ... comforted ... in reading it feels familiar .. wonderful tribute says i! thanks for sharing
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Gene… Life has many Moments when Memories become like Buttermilk Skies… someday we will fly and Smile like Butterflies…. Thank you for your generous review.. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

What a lovely remembrance of your grandpa and the sound of the Victoria playing in the background….I use to sit on my grandpa’s lap while he told me funny stories….I love the last phrase….we never get enough time with our aging relatives….time moves too quickly. Nice piece Pat.
Best
B.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty… as we age… we realize how endearing were the times we spent with family… now we have our grandchildren to lighten our Life with laughter. genty, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome dear Pat!

[Inessa]

The days of olde were tough times, full of hard work and daily battles to provide for the family, but in many ways the simpler life led made for a happier life and one that created many treasured memories. It's something we are slowly losing in our fast paced, technological modern world. It's nice to reminisce and remember those that came before. A proud dedication, Patricia. ❤

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Inessa… there are treasured moments..
lovely to read your words. Wishing you well with thoughts of Spring flowers. tenderly, Pat

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

A heart felt poem dedicated to your grandpa!
Hearts always yearn for the touch of
Grandpa's aging smile given the gift of more time

Those two lines speak to my heart!

[Patricia Wedel]

Imagine … I was nineteen when Grandpa Dave passed… I was his first Grandchild and we had a Bond… always on my Mind. His Charm kept me warm. tenderly, Pat

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I feel the same way about mine! Great poem!

[Neville]

........... Any loved one thus remembered and within such a tender dedication as this, is truly loved & that love shall no doubt last beyond time itself .......................................... Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes.. Neville.. our Grandparents knew how to live and work on the Land.. needing little help from the Government Having Open Borders and everything Free to obtain Votes is not a Wise Choice. Thanks for your Kind Review. truly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

There’s something special with our grandparents, they have withstood the hardships of time, made sacrifices, and still remain together only to pass on their sacred values to us. Hats off to them for giving us a better life and understanding. Nice write Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Andrew… our only Grandson who is 18 recently thanked us for our Unconditional 💕 Love… in just those Words. We are blessed. Thanks for your lovely Review. tenderly, Pat

[John the Baptist]

Perhaps in the highest level of Life there is no time.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John… there is more to Heaven and Earth than we can ever Imagine… even as we speak there are “loose Cannons” that we cannot Control.. and only Time will Tell when the Hell on Earth will fade away to Better Days. We 🙏 Pray always. Amen… gently, Pat

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Your dedication to Grandpa Dave Roop is beautiful and so touching. There’s so much love here. It’s gentle and loving and touches on grief so well. It’s a wonderful reminder to take care of ourselves and to always remember who we’ve lost. Due to your words he seemed to be a wonderful person who gave you many memories. Thank you so much for sharing.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Vertigo... Grandpa loved his wife Minnie my Grandmother... we loved to go fishing. Country living is what we need now... we have come a long ways scientifically, but when it comes to building a house and pumping water and so forth-- we need to teach the thousands of Immigrants to plant food and tend Cattle-- as our fore-fathers did in the beginning. To be brilliant is sometimes "hands on" instead of Hands Out"... just Sayin and Prayin for a Miracle.
fondly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Gentle, kind and a wonderful story shared in the poetry dear Pat. It is funny how the small things can rebirth a memory. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John… Grandpas are a Compass that we keep tucked in our 💜 Heart… Dave was a Coal Miner in West Virginia.. and moved to Delaware and bought 40 Acres for a Song. He and two of his Sons worked for the Railroad in Delaware. My Grandpa died of Black Lung when I was nineteen; I was by his side with Pride. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Pat. I try to be a good grandfather, like the ones, I had.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love candles in windows...it makes me imagine ghosts on the other side.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Jacob…Thank you for your Ghostly encounter.. I have kept a Candle 🔥 burning after Midnight when Saturn is turning. gently, Pat