I know, I know -- I shared a silly limerick on my last post, which probably led you to expect more of the same today. Sorry to disappoint, but this is my favorite of my poems and I really wanted to share it. It's for someone I've blogged about before. If you need a refresher, here's the post.
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Grandmother
More than thirty years have flown
since fate first found me
dreaming in your nest.
You, all wrapped in cotton
shuffling slippered down the hall,
still tuck me in.
Bathroom lights reveal the pins
in curls that always envied mine,
and tissues in your sleeve.
Rings not ever parted from you
spin upon your sparrow’s hand
as diamonds pat my cheek.
Balm of favored lotion
soothes my heart and it’s as if
I’ve never gone.
Eyes in hollows forged by age
and illness ever present
smile and know me.
Bending down, you offer one last kiss
without a word
and I am eager.
Toothpaste and a hint of you
speak comfort always found
beneath your wing.
I wake and know the stone that bears
your name is all my lips
can ever touch.
Still, I sleep within your walls
and hoard your kisses
till we’re home again.
© 2003 Robin L. Rotham
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