Guys I am going to be off for a while to handle some things here at home. LOVES y'all peace!!
Long pleated skirt, blouse tucked in
Tending the garden, Ma.
Under the hot sun toiling;
Pot on the stove boiling
Ma.
Clothes rinsed and already spinning,
Hair greying and thinning
With eyes that’s seen two generations over but
Are still shining.
Hands firm and skin hard from years of work on the farm,
With a fading delicate tattoo on the edge of your palm.
Waking me up early after my mother leaves,
Walking me to catch the bus to school;
Lunch packed, with my treats chilled and cool, Ma.
Waving goodbye when I leave, waving hello when I’m back home;
Lying in your hammock under the breeze, un-knotting my hair with your big tooth comb.
You were someone to confide in,
Even though at times I got your chiding.
At night we’d sit and talk, you’d tell me of stories from your earlier days
Sometimes I regret I didn’t listen more to what you had to say.
Seeing you now tender and weak,
My heart aches as I bow to your feet where your toes are curled,
Thanking God for the blessing that my grandma, is a mother and more to me in this world.
***If your grandparents are with you and alive, give them an extra hug today***
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Author:
Lil-M-M (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My grandma is currently in a hospital and I don't know how she is doing.
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Comments4
Beautiful picture you paint. Great imagery.
Thank you so much.
you have a talent.....
keep writing.
Thank you❤️❤️ I appreciate it.
The greatest among them shall be your servant.
Thank you...
We heard about my grandma and she currently has a HUGE infection. And will be in the hospital for a while.
It for her gall bladder and possibly the stones, but that is where the HUGE infection was and it took 8 hrs surgery. She should be home in a few days though.
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