When Grandma sings

a bit of a memory...

a voice is remembered

from deep within my soul

her speech was worn then

kind of cracked and scratchy

from all those years of

congratulation and admonition

laughter and tears              

oh, but when she sings

a glow brightens her face

becoming more robust

like a glimpse of youth's flower

standing straight and strong

the confident lyric of wisdom

when Grandma sings

Author's Note

She still dreamed of younger days.

Reviews

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John,
This is beautiful, brought tears to my eyes. Made me think of my grandmother.
What a lovely piece, and anyone can tell how much you loved your grandmother.
They are the best. I only hope my grandkids think of me and love me like that.
Wonderful poem. It doesnt matter how old they are or get or how good or not that they sing. Cause when they do sing, its beautiful, and you can hear the love in their heart and also lifes experiences.
Gosh Im glad I seen this and read.

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. this is such a magical ode ...
. moving and soulful beyond measure ...

[Judy Ponceby]

so beautiful :) what a lovely memory to cherish. you captured her beautifully :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

Love this piece, it inspires happiness in me.

[Robin]

and you accompanying her , plucking on them heartstrings ...

[An owl on the moon]

What a wondrous dedication to a dear lady who still sings through you.. A life that is treasured for sure.. May we all hope to be touching lives so deeply with each year we're given.

[emmajoy]

Simply and wonderfully beautiful! Makes me cry with joy to think of such a lovely lady singing like an angel; what treasure she gives you. (Grandma)

[nicolo]

She may be up there reading this poem with a smile and a tear in her face. :)

[Brad]

beautiful memory, man, thanks so much for sharing a sliver of her legacy.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Just a beautiful reminiscence of that woman, our second mothers, whose words, wisdom and songs are missed everyday.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

I loved the picture of you and your grandmother. I had a neighbor, once, whom paused in their driveway close to my kitchen window and listened to me sing. Once, remarking to my daughter, that her mother must be happy today, because I was singing. How delighted with our lives we are when we burst out in song. What a sweet memory of days with your grandmother. We don't have to dream of younger days; we carry them with us always! A lovely and sweet write!!