My Nonna, The Lorax

My Nonna, the Lorax
Is a great protector
Of trees, of children and grandchildren.
She is a strong woman, fretful and kind
Who always walks forward with bold strides
Even with a metal knee and aging bones.
She can seemingly pull magic from the earth
We dug into the creek bed and found clay
Cleaned and shaped and kneaded it into a man.
We sat in a screened in porch looking out over the marsh
And she brought the forest inside with a fine brush.
We wrote under the sun through the skylight
Birds and branches making nest on her page.
She tells me stories of her girlhood and teaches me the songs of nature
Across cups of warm cider that burns then sweetens
With long hikes in the Valley and dirty knees on my jeans.
She gave me my smile and love of books
She gave me Christmas mornings and summer days
She gave me things I didn't know I needed until they were placed in my hands.

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[Stan Lee]

That's nice. Your nonna sounds like a wonderful nonna. I wonder if she'd like being compared to the lorax ;) You had some very nice descriptions here. :)