Soup for OmaA Poem by TheLemon&MeA poem about my late Grandmother - my namesake.
Her face is stone, but it still
warms me. To know that you are here even
though your spirit has gone. Her memory fills my home, but I
still feel her absence. To know that you had so much
more to share even though I may never know what.
How do I go where time leads me
without my confidence that was your trust? How do I go where fate will
take me without my motivation that was your love?
This time I have to try on my
own. This time, without you but with
your love, This time, with your push and
without my fear, I make your soup, from my own
recipe, I make my soup for Oma.
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Added on March 5, 2013 Last Updated on March 5, 2013 AuthorTheLemon&MeBrisbane, AustraliaAboutA twenty-something mum, eternal student, and new business owner - I can't say much more, as passion this year is to understand myself in more detail - the eternal question "who am i?" more..Writing
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