Remembering MemaA Poem by flowetry07 Mema was my grandmother. This is simply me remembering her. Its very raw and open. She passed away late September of 2012. I miss her dearly The taste of freshly steamed tamales atop The hot gas stove where she baked an array of cookies for each member of the family Based on their favorite flavor; Oatmeal Raisin, Mint Chocolate, Jelly Filled, Sugar, Macaroons, Chocolate Chip and others she made just for everyone to try.
The Sound of her melodic voice as she instructed me in the art of needlework and functionality of the sewing machine. Her cinnamon complexion and dyed reddish brown hair Until she stopped dying it and her natural pepper but mostly salted hues emerged from hiding.
Her defining scent of Virginia Slims and lipstick mixed with a slight aroma of White Diamonds. Then she kicked the habit and stopped wearing make-up and it was just White Diamonds. The pressure of her grease covered fingers as she pushed them against my neck in an effort To move my head forward while she gave me a press n’ curl.
The Sparkle in her eyes when she went to church with us for the first time And the beautiful rhythm of her laughter at the antics of the children who immediately adopted her as their own.
Her voice comforting me through my first breakup, and assuring me I would One day find true love and the hurt would eventually subside. Her arms holding me as tears fell from my eyes while I gathered comfort from her words.
Her high spirits and tranquil demeanor even after her heart began to fail her body. And although my world fell apart when she was gone, In death through God and the love of her family She managed to find and leave Peace. © 2014 flowetry07Featured Review
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