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.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the wonderful poem. I was raised by my Grandmother. I miss her voice and kind words. Your grandmother sound like a wonderful woman. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Ed Hart]

you have some high spots in your life...how wonderful

[Marie Harrison]

Sweet memory of your Grandmother