My dearly adopted grandmother
Independent and stubborn like few
At ninety-four, there was no other
My dearly adopted grandmother
Cajun-born, spunky and wise
At ninety-four, there was no other
Your big glasses, your owl eyes
Cajun-born, spunky and wise
Joyfully you met each day ahead
Your big glasses, your owl eyes
Humbly requesting my banana bread
Joyfully you met each day ahead
Our time together I cherish
Humbly requesting my banana bread
Sweet aroma never will perish
Our time together I cherish
We sat and talked over coffee
Sweet aroma never will perish
Embedded in pain, eternally happy
We sat and talked over coffee
Lifelong stories one of a kind
Embedded in pain, eternally happy
Speaking freely your coon-ass mind
Lifelong stories one of a kind
Reflections of days that flew
Speaking freely your coon-ass mind
Annabelle, how I miss you!
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Poetry Jam
15 comments:
Appreciate very much the special treatment given to your poem. Beautiful piece. And at 94 she sure needs lots of tender care.
Beautiful elegy, Laurie. She sounds like a special person and a strong woman. Now, if only she had written some of her stories down!
Sounds like she was a character! Great tribute.
this is a lovely tribute..imiss the stories of my grandparents...i lost all but one when i was young...my last grandmother though is a hoot...
cool, I'm visiting my 89 year old grandmother...yours seems like an original...great piece
What a lovely tribute to your wise and loving grandmother.
I too, lost all of my grandparents at a very young age but, it sounds as if your bond was very strond and she was a great influence in your life.
Lovely.
Marvelous tribute!
Wonderful tribute. Sounds like a lovely person!
I would love to meet her...lovely tribute ~
Thank you. Unfortunately she died October 20, 2009 =(
What a beautiful portrayal of your grandmother, your relationship, you missing her... very beautiful.
You use the form beautifully in this elegy for your grandmother. The lines of repetition are well chosen. I bet she's proud as punch of what you've done here.
You use the form beautifully in this elegy for your grandmother. The lines of repetition are well chosen. I bet she's proud as punch of what you've done here.
Annabelle is blessed to have had you in her life ......
How lovely this memory is. You are a lucky person to have known her.
Melanie
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