It has been a long time since I have put up a new post, about a month in fact. I felt obligated to put up something new and I came across this gem. It is free verse which for me is rare. I only feel compelled to write in free verse because it is, to the bane of poetry, the going thing.
I hope you enjoy it.
Grandmother
By John Kaniecki
There was a time
Her soft eyes are hard history
The wrinkles of the women’s face
Like endless concentric circles on an ancient tree stump
A gentle smile defining wisdom
Love in her heart blazing as an open fire
Warming all who gather in her vicinity
There was a time
We huddle near mesmerized
She is part of us
An entity, a being greater than mom and dad
Like unto God, but more approachable
More real
But still a mystery
An endless ocean of kindness
Full of treasures and treats
Steaming hot chocolate on frigid winter days
Floods of kisses and hugs in utmost sincerity
An intercessor to calm the rage of parents
A keeper of the treasure box of prudence
One who is given respect freely
Not through arrogant, domineering authority
But by a magic as inexpressible as unexplainable
There was a time
Words simple but profound
Eagerly we hear her lore
Captivated
Bound by our own willing spirits
Wishing for time to forever cease
There was a time
It is now in the presence of grandmother |
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