She


670px-Be-a-Good-Grandmother-Step-6 Her calm, sweet, smile never waned for me
Her presence, as soothing as the shade of a tree
Her lullaby, that magical tune
With fairy dust, sleep was sewn.
Her memories, even precious than gold
Those feeble hands, again I want to hold.
She had a fragrance of her own, so dear to me
Oh! Dida*! How can I forget thee!

Dida*- Maternal grandmother
Shared with Midweek  Motif ~ Honoring our Elders

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84 responses to “She

  1. Great to have a grandmom like her and great to have a granddaughter like you who feels and writes this!

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  2. I do understand about the fragrance of your grandmother. There is an elderly aunt of mine whose fragrance I remember, and whenever I smell that scent today I think of her. Such memories run deep.

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  3. Beautiful and touching, you always bring out my emotional side and being English that is something rare for me as I tend to live up to my national stereotype.

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  4. Lovely ~ I think it illustrates how the memory of our grandparents becomes entwined with the fairy tales they told us ~ and our memories are richer for it!

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  5. Oh to have had a soothing grandmother with a voice like fairy dust! I honor mine in her own way, because she was all steel and activism and left the softness to her daughter, my mom.

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