Summer 1947
[Grandma Longo :1874-1947]
She walked in slow motion
with the soft summer breeze
black cotton dress swaying
past her knees
strands of white and yellow hair
floating gently in the air
the ponies had come that day
grandma was blind
I took her by the hand
and she showed me the way
Comments
homely
touch and a wonderful closing couplet.
gorgeous
and very sensual,
Joe, I just love when you depart from morbidity.
Sensuality with age, a rare and lovely combination.
No crits or suggestions.
when blind walk
they know the way
only ensure
that there is no chair
on their pathway
granny lived long long time away
today she wouldn't love to live another extra day
had she been alive today
Brillant
A charming poem - encapsulating a memory of an extraordinary women - the last two lines teach an amazing lesson.
Thank you soo much for sharing! :)
Love Mand xxxxx
Excellent,
Excellent, so true and very touching. Regards Roscoe...
Excellent,
Excellent, so true and very touching. Regards Roscoe...