Saturday, December 19, 2015

My loving grandma


My loving grandma
The crease lines on her sweet face
Showed her history

Came from the country
Born on a big farm estate
Woods and streams were home

Lived in poverty
She'd came though two vicious wars
Hunger, storm and flood

Her life of extremes
She lived for her grandchildren
Her love spread like jam

I loved staying there
That sweet lure of adventure
Far from my own home

As strong as an ox
She was fearful of no one
I loved her so much

Her vision splendid
Always scheming to do well
That lure of success

Hope the little ones
One day think the same of me
Many years from now

Image found at www.dreamstime.com


31 comments:

  1. What a wonderful tribute to your grandmother, and what a lovely ambition to mean the same for your grandchildren.

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  2. such a strong and loving character...beautifully portrayed...

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  3. Oh they will - love spread like jam - that alone made me :)

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  4. Spot on. It is the only immortality available to us.

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  5. Her love spread like jam... What a visual expression...a lovely grandmother to cherish and love.

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  6. you express your love so sweetly but without that cloying nostalgia and bring the sense of your grandmother close enough for others to see and share - am sure your 3rd generation will love you just the same

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  7. A poignant expression of love. Thank you for sharing your grandmother with us.

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  8. Sure they will Robin, thanks for sharing this lovely endearing poem

    and Thank you for dropping in at my Sunday Lime today

    much love...

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  9. This is a lovely tribute to your grandmother. You are blessed with memories.

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  10. Such a gorgeous tribute to your grandmother :D

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  11. Yes, I sometimes think as well about how I will be remembered by my grandchildren..... And I did enjoy learning a bit more about yours...vry fine tribute.

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  12. Really like the love spread like jam. It reminded me of my own grandmother and her fresh fruit preserves.

    Elizabeth

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  13. How could they not as you are born from her wonderful ways...they will have made a strong good mark on you....what an amazing woman, and her now amazing grandson to carry on spreading her legacy to your own little ones, Robin! Love is strong in your tribute here.

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  14. Spot on Robin - you carried me seamlessly through this - was with your very word... Great and such positivity too... A real good and telling memory too realised especially at this time of year.. With Best Wishes Scott

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  15. A lovely poem about your grandmother. Very heartwarming :)

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  16. "Her love spread like jam". How beautiful that is! My Grandma, too. Grandparents play a special role in children's lives and I am sure your grandkids feel pretty lucky to have you for their granddad!

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  17. aww, so sweet! I like where the words took you - they took me somewhere else completely, and I love to see the differences in how we use them. I think the 'little ones' have a gem with you.

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  18. Like Sherry says, that line about love spreading like jam is wonderful! A very poetic way of saying it.

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  19. Just made a comment. Not sure what happened to it.
    This was a wonderful ode to a grandmother. Enjoyed this very much. Also enjoyed the line "Her love spread like jam". Very sweet. No pun intended.

    Benjamin

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  20. The thought of love spreading like jam made me smile...as I thought of the warmth of toast and jam. A lovely tribute to a woman that still lives on in your heart.

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  21. Awwwwwwwwww ... I can feel the love - past and brought forward...bravo!

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  22. Yes, yes! I never thought in all the years with my grandmother that someday I might be that to someone else--but as I look back I, too, hope they would feel about me as I felt about her. Love the photo. What strength!

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  23. I'm sure you are a fantastic grandparent.

    "burnt the good in some" doesn't mean good is gone. We all must remember there is good in all. Thanks for coming by to visit.

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  24. Cool piece - really dig this line: "Her love spread like jam"

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  25. Poignant take on a loved one. They extend their love beyond and never expect any in return.

    Hank

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  26. What a beautiful description of your grandma. Nice to have such a good memory.
    Have a Merry Christmas.

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  27. life giving words to those memory keepers.. the words unfolded beautifully revealing a wonderful sacred love that passes on..

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  28. We always find this so needed support in our grandfathers/grandmothers. How lucky we are, when they live long...to inspire, to teach, to encourage. Great poem! ~ Have a Happy holiday season filled with joy and peace! Thanks for your kind words always!

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