Thursday, February 20, 2014

Memories Never Age





                                                     From the time she was a little sprout
                                                     She walked with a happy song
                                                     Old dirt roads were the common route
                                                     Where so many feet traveled upon

                                                     Walking hand and hand together
                                                     Her little grandma by her side
                                                     Eight short years seemed forever
                                                     A happy little girl with joy and pride

                                                     She came to learn so much more
                                                     As she listened along the way
                                                     Visiting many, walking to the store
                                                     Was the usual routine each day

                                                     Or sitting on an old fence rail
                                                     Eating an apple under the tree
                                                     Grandma gathering apples in her apron tail
                                                     The taste of that apple, what a memory

                                                     Skipping along, looking for a pretty rock
                                                     Running through the creek, busting it wide
                                                     Hardly a shoe, never a sock
                                                     Stumping her toes, she never cried

                                                     Her mouth running ninety miles an hour
                                                     Asking questions, curious as could be
                                                     Grabbing a crabapple, oh how sour
                                                     Her grandma warned her aimlessly

                                                     Walking to church many a time
                                                     And Decoration Day an annual event
                                                     Dinner on the ground a sure fire sign
                                                     The whole day they rejoiced and spent

                                                     So proud of her pretty, little church dress
                                                     Her mama made, especially for the day
                                                     And those pretty roses were the best
                                                     Sitting on the graves in a big bouquet

                                                     Carrying that little doll her grandma gave
                                                     With piercing eyes blue as the sky
                                                     The smallest things are worth the save
                                                     Worth more than money can buy

                                                     So many memories for a small girl
                                                     Tucked away of a few short years
                                                     Her grandma wasn't long for this world
                                                     Golden memories wipe away the tears

                                                     In her mind she'll never lose sight
                                                     Of her grandma on that distant shore
                                                     Her voice she still hears each night
                                                    Go to sleep now, tomorrow we'll do even more

                                                     Today she smiles with a happy heart
                                                     Turning back time and each cherished page
                                                     She and her grandma will never part
                                                     Although she's grown, memories never age

                                                        © Susie Swanson, 2014

                         In memory of my sweet grandma. She's been gone 54 years today.

21 comments:

  1. This is lovely Susie....Reminds me of my grandma Elsa and me, when I was young. Love and Hugs to you XOXO

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  2. How precious! I miss my grandmother every day.

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  3. Such a beautiful poem. May God bless as you remember your grandmother with love.

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  4. Lovely tribute to your dear grandmother, Susie. These are wonderful memories.

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  5. Another lovely tribute! Your grandmother sounds like a wonderful woman, too bad you lost her too soon.

    Hope the storm didn't hit you too hard, we got heavy rain, but that's it.

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    1. Thank you Lise. That's about all we had but it sure was windy.

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  6. So sweet...I could easily picture the scene!
    Blessings and love~ Lisa

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    1. Thank you so much Lisa. Blessings to you.

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  7. What a great poem of love about you and your sweet Grandma. I wasn't fortunate to have any grandparents when I was born.. SO--I missed out on that....Sigh!

    Yes--we all do have MEMORIES ---and nobody can ever take them away from us.
    Hugs,
    Betsy

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    1. Thank you Betsy. I'm so sorry you didn't get to meet yours. I wasn't fortunate enough to meet my paternal grandpa either but I feel like I know him in my heart.

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  8. Hi Susie, as always, this post and the one and the previous about Old Lady were absolutely beautiful and touched my heart deeply. I especially loved the line about the little girl being so proud of her church dress. I remember feeling that way when I was a child. You have this incredibly special way of reaching back in time and pulling out the most tender memories and they make me feel as if I am back there in the moment. What a gift, dear friend. You inspire me in so many ways and after I read your posts I always want to sit down and write and write and write! :) Have a wonderful afternoon and until next time... With Love, Delisa ;)

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  9. Awe. thank you so much sweet friend. You touch my heart to no end with your sweet words. You are an awesome writer and I love to read your writing. Hope you have a nice evening as well.

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  10. Susie,
    This is a beautiful poem and wonderful tribute to your grandmother. It reminds me so much of my own grandmothers. Such a lovely poem. I like the photo a lot, too.
    I hope you are feeling better. It was great talking with you on the telephone.

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    1. Thank you Brenda and it was nice talking to you as well.

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  11. Susie,
    What a nice poem about your dear grandma. The picture is so sweet too. I'm so glad you have memories of her. I was the youngest child, so I only remember my grandma on my father's side, but I was very close to my grandpa on my mother's side.

    The doll that grandma made sounds so very special. I love hand made dolls, they are treasures.

    Love,
    ~Sheri

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