Grandma's Gift
Came without
wrapping,
no fuss,
a bound book of
lined, blank pages.
A soft green cover,
small, white, flower print.
I reveled the weight of
it, as I turned it over and
over in my hands.
Not fully aware of
the power she had
bequeathed, I thanked
her in a hug.
Once I found a moment with a
pen, I wrote my song,
no matter the key,
that I am still singing.
Regina Gort, age 12 |
Very nice. Love the last two stanzas especially.
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DeleteLove your poem! It made me feel connected to you today as I work in the place we first met.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kathy. I hope that you are enjoying your time there and that you are being very productive. I am there with you in spirit.
DeleteI love the line, "the power she had bequeathed". A simple gift - but opening up so much.
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Thanks so much, Jane Ann. I have to tell you that this blog challenge has been wonderful for me. It has helped me through writer's block. I really love the idea. So thanks for hosting and sharing it!
DeleteLovely! Never stop singing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem.
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