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posted on Nov, 25 2015 @ 05:26 AM


Sorting through memories
Trying to decide which ones to keep
I blew dust off a stack of pictures

There was Grandma
Not frail or failing
Wiping her hands on the ever-present apron
As the scent of baked beans filled the attic

There were no words between us then
Simple words can never stretch around
the fullness of time like this
Conversing only bursts the fragile spell
that only hearts can weave

You wove so well
encompassing me in a soft embrace
that carried me here into today

You told me once
so long ago
there is refuge in remembering
In that refuge solace
In that solace
a country where faces never bear the tracks of tears

I closed the attic door
walked slow into the kitchen
So like you Grandma

I reach into the cupboards
pulling out kettle and ingredients
knowing I’ll never need a recipe
As I loving
make baked beans

I know I just drew some raw emotion out of you...I reached out...plucked a tattered wisp from the air and gently tugged it free...

Why would I do such a thing...?
Especially being as this story is pure see...I never knew my Grandma's...I only imagined what it might be like to have comfort such as have that anchor to hold onto in times of doubt...It's not that it isn't true...somewhere out there...It only wasn't ever true for me...

Cherish your connections...cherish those ties that bind you in ancestry...

For all those who never had such comfort...I gift this to you...


posted on Nov, 25 2015 @ 07:29 PM
Memories are to be treasured, sometimes that's all we have left of someone. That, and all the things they taught us, all the wisdom shared, all the love that you could possibly hold, still filling you at every moment.

posted on Nov, 28 2015 @ 11:14 AM
a reply to: Night Star

Ummm...hello again my friend...Memories are indeed a measure of care...and sharing...

Even though none of the aspects of my poem are memories of mine...I know it's true for someone out there...Perhaps lacking such...they were want to gift them to me that I might share them with you...

Be well my friend...


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