Grand Ma's Arms

Grand Ma's Arms

A Poem by Charles D. Moorer
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A memory of my Grand Mother

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Grand Ma’s Arms
 
By Charles D. Moorer
 
Fingers beautifully curved like long brown bird feathers
attached to outstretched arms that cupped and pulled me
to her massive bosom.
 
Grand Ma’s arms were a sanctuary I would know but once.
 
I remember her telling my Aunt Belle, her daughter, to “stop whining.”
Fast Belle had lost her husband to another woman. “And stop that
crying, these children don’t need to hear that noise.”
 
I was fascinated by this wrinkled, old woman whose head was covered
by brown hair with streaks of white invading around the edges and down the middle
My father obediently called her Momma, like the little boy he became in her presence.
 
She brought with her fresh vegetables, cured meat, and rock candy for us kids.
I think she came by bus, maybe it was by car?
 
She cuddled each of kids, but somehow spent more time holding on to me, if she were to let go, something bad would happen to her or me, I don’t know which.
 
By next day she was gone back to that mysterious place called down south.
 
Three moths later, deep into winter, she was dead of a heart attack. 
I didn’t know what that was. I did not know what death was. 
 
I just know I found sanctuary once in Grand Ma’s arms.

© 2009 Charles D. Moorer


Author's Note

Charles D. Moorer
A memory I had of the one time my grand mother held me in her arms

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I love it!! Reminds me of my own Grandma's arms and bossom.
Its wonderful that those who really read, as slowly and to
determine the actual words, understand what you say.
I hate people who do reviews and read through something
so fast as they miss the whole point; or they lack the
ability to do analysis of a poem or a book and then blame
the writer for his inability to write. Great Expression of
Love and Rememberance. Sandie

Posted 15 Years Ago


Your grandma looking down from heaven is proud of you and loves this poem! So do I! It's the kind of memoir poem that dazzles with honesty and loving respect.

Posted 15 Years Ago


A beautiful sentimental poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

Posted 15 Years Ago


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JC
I love the description of her hands. Somehow, grandmas just know how to make things better.

I am sorry you lost your grandmother early. I feel blessed to have had mine up until 2 years ago. I miss her everyday.

Beautifully executed.

Kudso,

JC

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Charles D. Moorer
Charles D. Moorer

Palm Coast, FL



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I am an avid reader of African American literature and African American literary criticism and theory. I write short storeis, essays, and poetry. I believe all writers and poets, literary and spoken .. more..

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