When I lost my mama,
I wept in the arms of a woman
who had just lost her only child.
My grannie is 82 years old,
and she is a woman of faith.
She stayed with mama
right up to the end.
Nursed her.
Soothed her.
Came when she called in the night.
My grannie is a woman of faith,
and she bears what she has to.
Yesterday, I called her.
She had spent most of an unusually warm
January day cleaning out her flower beds.
"Clear away the dead, and there's already new
trying to come up. Can you believe it?"
My grannie bears what she has to,
even my doubts.
For Karin's prompt at Real Toads
Saturday, July 18, 2015
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About Me
- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
15 comments:
Grannies....got to love em, but the one in this poem is extra endearing. Very much liked this line :
Clear away the dead, and there's already new trying to come up. Thanks for sharing and viva la
This is just a beautiful poem, MZ. Hard to imagine the suffering there--I mean, I can imagine it because I've known the situation before, but thankfully, not first hand. You describe it all so gracefully; your own suffering so palpable for both your mother and your grandmother--but very understated. It's really well done. Thanks. K.
Such a heartfelt pen. Please accept my deepest condolences. Wish you peace.
Love,
Sanaa
Such a mother! Out there in her garden, reading the state of grace in the earth! You must also give her comfort.
...I've no words. Just emotion.
Wow.
As an "old broad", I too have no words today, MZ, but a lot of emotion!! You are awesome!! Thank you for the beauty and wisdom you bring into my life everyday!!
Very moving. Touching.
Grace is what she does. Because.
It's a blessing that there are people like her in the world.
Connection keeps us alive. Love this.
Oh thank goddess you have a grannie, so wise and full of grace. "She bears what she has to", as do you. As do we all. I love this poem. It resonates in the core of my being.
My Grandmother also out-lived my mother, and I cared for her in the last year of her life. After her death, I mourned the loss of both my mothers. Your poem brought it all back to me, but in a good way. I think of the thread of the feminine family line as something indestructible - I see it continue in my daughters.
"My grannie bears what she has to,
even my doubts." Beautiful.
you did well with the topic... bravo!
ZQ
Everyone should have such a granny.
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