My father's mother was a rotund little lady who had a gentle and loving spirit. She was always smiling, and she always had time to give her grandchildren warm hugs against her crisp, starched apron. My grandfather was a pious little fellow, a devout Baptist, who was mostly serious about life. We lived some distance away (for those days) and saw them only once or twice a year, so it occasioned large family gatherings. The poem I wrote reflects my childhood memories of those visits when we were all seated around the big table in the kitchen, the wonderful smells emanating from steaming dishes, and my grandfather, in his bib overalls, bowing his head and offering grace that seemed far too long to the children at the table. Treasured memories that will be with me always.
This is so, so beautiful description of your family events, Bev. And the collage is very charming with the most lovely Grandmother.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and so very charming! I loved your words!!!
ReplyDeleteI love your poetic gem. I am always in love with words. It is good to look back in time and let our souls fly to that magical moment called childhood.My gramdma was Italian, her food was superb yummy yummy. I close my eyes and I can still see us making soap bubbles in the varandah as she was cooking.Sweet days! Thanks for bringing me the past. Fabulous work my friend.
ReplyDeleteI think many of us of a certain age group can easily relate to your grandmother's photograph and your lovely poem I wonder how the young generation will document their memories in fifty years time.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and collage. She has such a delightful smile, reminds me of one of my grandmothers.
ReplyDeleteThe memories of your grandmother and how your grandfather prayed truly warmed my heart. That's a beautiful tribute you've created. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE THIS...what an awesome treasure Bev you should make a copy for everyone in your family...Your poem is fabulous and what a lovely picture of
ReplyDeleteyour grandmother...a wonderful tribute to your memories.
Your memories brought back memories of my Grandmother's 'big table' where we were all seated for special occasions, unfortunately only two of us remain from those gatherings.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful tribute to your Grandmother, Bev, made so special with your poem!
This has made my day, Bev. I was so engrossed in your touching and beautiful poem. You know you have a way of drawing us into your childhood world that we can almost experience the scrumptious smells of food on the table and feel the warmth and closeness of a large, extended family. What simple, wonderful days they must have been. I love the photo of your Grandma. A truly gorgeous piece.
ReplyDeleteBev, what endearing memories! Your poem is precious . Your grandmother looks a lot like my father's mother, her size, her features and all. Your art is beautiful. You are a talented artist and poet.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story about your grandparents Bev, and you have made a piece full of lovely memories.
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Reading your beautiful poem and looking at your grandma made me feel warm inside. You have such a knack at telling a story and drawing your reader in there with you. A HUGE standing ovation, Miss Bev.
ReplyDeletesoooo touching! a great tribute to your grandma, bravo!!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, beautiful dear Bev! I love your poem, it made me smell the dumplings as you waited. A gorgeous pic of your Grandma! xx
ReplyDeleteWonderful memory piece. Reminds me of my great grandmother, Me'mere Moquin, who lived downstairs from us
ReplyDeleteWonderful memory pieces.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
This is such a lovely tribute.
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