If you see a whole thing - it seems that it's always beautiful. Planets, lives... But up close a world's all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. - Ursula K. LeGuin

Friday, July 25, 2008

Grandmothers Part II

As per Julie's request, here are two of my poems my grandmother (GR):

Grandma Had a Garden

Grandma had a garden;
pansies,
tulips,
marigolds,
and morning glories.

Grandma grew tomatoes;
big,
fat,
sweet,
juicy,
bursts of joy.

But mostly,
Grandma grew
roses.

The sun would leave
it’s scent
on grandma’s dress
as I wrapped my arms
around her world.

Heritage

When I heard the story
it was Granma
who bought the house.

A baby
was on the way and
Granma knew
babies need a home.

When I heard the story
I imagined Granma walking up the block
her arms wrapped around
two big brown bags
filled with groceries and
balancing on top
was our house.

When I see Granma I know
my arms can carry
a home.

1 comment:

Julie said...

These poems are absolutely beautiful! I love the line "bursts of joy," but that last stanza in "Grandma Had a Garden" is so powerful!!!

"Heritage" is another winner. "Balancing on top/was our house" is superb...and the end of that poem also gives me chills.

Yes, I'm a techno-geek, but now for structural comments. I love your nice, clean lines. There is music in so many of the words. People who don't care about poetry are probably like...what the heck is she talking about? But the structure is quite sound, and that impresses me, too, because of that techno-geek thing.

Beautiful...beautiful. Thank you for posting!