Tinker Posted January 18, 2011 Share Posted January 18, 2011 Tea in Grace Tea and lemon drops, eyes blue as the summer sky, scent of lavender, Cornish pasties and her famous pot pie, fairy tales and bible stories jumbled with family yarns, fantasy and truth all told while she held us in loving arms. God's blessings in this small woman we all called Mom, she waits for us at heaven’s gate when our journey here is done. ---Judi Van Gorder ( in memory of my paternal grandmother Elizabeth Grace (Mom) BartleTruscott 1888-1990) Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted January 18, 2011 Share Posted January 18, 2011 so beautiful tink, i absolutely love it. i wrote a poem about my great grandmothers. i love them dearly and i miss them. they taught me in life not to worry about anything. just eat drink and be merry, not judging others, forgiving them and loving others unconditionally. vic Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted January 18, 2011 Share Posted January 18, 2011 Some lovely warm thoughts here which are well placed to help offset the seasonal lull. It's a good time for reflection. Benjamin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted January 18, 2011 Share Posted January 18, 2011 Lovely! Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted January 19, 2011 Share Posted January 19, 2011 What a lovely and warm poem, Tink. I enjoyed it a lot. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moonqueen Posted February 10, 2011 Share Posted February 10, 2011 Oh, grandmothers can be the best. And your piece tells us why, I feel the safety and love in her arms, as clearly as in your words and it is obvious you do, too. My childhood was tumultuous, at best, and my grandmother was the one constant in my life. I lost her just before my 50th b'day and felt so lucky to have had her so long in my life, though I still miss her, terribly. But this brought back good memories. Nice job, Tink. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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