Grandmother

Ali

She sits in the dark.
She prays.
She weeps.
She mourns.
Remininscent of yesterday.
Trying to live for today.
Cooking a meager meal for one.
Living alone and lonely,
with the company of myself
and the family.
Waiting for the day
when Jesus will take her by the hand.
I'm lonely for her,
and I love her dearly.

ISN

Ali.....a good poem.....may I make a couple of suggestions (hehehehehe)

She sits in the dark.
She prays.
She weeps.
She mourns.
RemininscING of yesterday.
Trying to live for today.
Cooking a meagRE meal for one.
Living alone and lonely,
with the company of myself
and the family.
Waiting for the day
when Jesus will take her by the hand.
I'm lonely for her,
and I love her dearly.

it reminds me of a poem I read around the time of my father's death.....

Report on Experience by Edmund Blunden

'I have been young, and now am not too old;
And I have seen the righteous forsaken,
His health, his honour and his quality taken.
This is not what we were formerly told.'

I hate in when old people are lonely, sad or abused.....

Ali

ISN wrote:

Ali.....a good poem.....may I make a couple of suggestions (hehehehehe)

She sits in the dark.
She prays.
She weeps.
She mourns.
RemininscING of yesterday.
Trying to live for today.
Cooking a meagRE meal for one.
Living alone and lonely,
with the company of myself
and the family.
Waiting for the day
when Jesus will take her by the hand.
I'm lonely for her,
and I love her dearly.

it reminds me of a poem I read around the time of my father's death.....

Report on Experience by Edmund Blunden

'I have been young, and now am not too old;
And I have seen the righteous forsaken,
His health, his honour and his quality taken.
This is not what we were formerly told.'

I hate in when old people are lonely, sad or abused.....

Thanks for the suggestions....
I like this poem...
Its just....normal-like.Ya-know?
Actually about someone other than myself.

Ms. Haiku

She sits on the sofa
covered in that plastic stuff
crochetting another blanket-
Like a well-oiled machine
she moves.
The matriarch.

Once a granddaughter
lamented the loss of her
submarined husband
"It's such a bummer to be without him at family functions."
with humor grandma responds
"I know what you mean."


She'll be 94 June 23rd.

Ali

Bibliobella wrote:

She sits on the sofa
covered in that plastic stuff
crochetting another blanket-
Like a well-oiled machine
she moves.
The matriarch.

Once a granddaughter
lamented the loss of her
submarined husband
"It's such a bummer to be without him at family functions."
with humor grandma responds
"I know what you mean."


She'll be 94 June 23rd.

Congratulations...wow....94...bless her:)
I remember my grandmother even used to have plastic runners on everything....

Ms. Haiku

Bibliobella wrote:

She sits on the sofa
covered in that plastic stuff
crochetting another blanket-
Like a well-oiled machine
she moves.
The matriarch.

Once a granddaughter
lamented the loss of her
submarined husband
"It's such a bummer to be without him at family functions."
with humor grandma responds
"I know what you mean."


She'll be 94 June 23rd.

Happy Birthday Grandma and to all other grandmas born on this date! She's my last grandparent left.

Righteous Jammer

Your poem made me alittle misty eyed. Great poem Ali

Ali

Danks..poet!

You shouldve heard my grandmother going off to the phleobotologist(Spelling?) about President Bush yesterday...she was like telling him all her deepest desires for his fate.It killed me!I was like...NAN!STOP IT!
Her brain is still intact...being the widow of a serviceman,she just wants the war to stop!But she was getting so Nasty it was scary.Its a good thing senior citizens still vote..but they take it just as serious as we do!!!!!!:)
ali