She's Living Among the Angels

for Christmas I wrote each of my grandmother's a poem, this is the first one.

The air is mixed with the wild of cold breezes

And the warmth of the fires last glow

Snow casts a glittering blanket under

Showers of silvery moonlight

 

A woman rocks quietly in her favorite rocking chair

Dark hair with a silver tint curls around her ears

While her quiet sapphire gaze is casted downwards onto a good book

 

She was always pretty in her favorite

                           Christmas sweaters

Adorned pretty in all her crosses and favorite jewels

 

These warm winter nights are some of my most prominent memories

Aside from watching the Nutcracker ballet

And the ball drop on New Year’s Eve

Memories of my strong and beautiful grandma

 

I didn’t really know much about her life

Before me

                Before my dad

           Mom

                           And brother

But I’m sure there were stories

After all she picked up this sailor in a bar I guess

And he loved her so much he tore off kisses and mailed them

                      In a letter

 

What happened to hand written love letters?

 

Well I guess they’ve just faded along with dear generations

 

I always thought my grandma was pretty

And her food was always the best

Something I’d look forward to when we went to visit my grandparents

Was the fact that for

1.       We always got dessert after dinner

2.       And she made the best pancakes anyone could ask for

 

I’m older now

And my grandma’s been placed with the angels

But I’m not quite ready to forget blue eyes

And beauty

Author's Note

Everything here is Intentional.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I think this is the first poem of yours that had my eyes wet. I try to imagine, almost with a convenient ignorance, that because you have this insight of what feels and sounds like a most adoring love...... that YOU, to, have this inside of you and need this to be true to this day in this world we live in. But, as with most of our young lives that kept the dangerous sides of what we connected to with the loveliest sides that championed are grandma and grandpas' memories.... we do not reserve such confidence and trust in letting THAT help protect what is important to us. This is my favorite poem of yours..... gorgeous, classy, fervent, and I am honestly jealous that I do not know of anyone in my life that can talk like this to my face. You're incredible!! I thought when I first came across your face for the first time, that my mood found you, and not my "interest for new poetry". I find that to not be true. I enjoy every word of yours on a daily basis, and I don't know how to word that any other way. Thank You for even being on my friend list!! What a beautiful heart...... xoxox -Your Mark

[kera moondust]

Thank you so much, I don't know how many times I can thank someone, you say such nice things about my Poetry. This wasn't and easy piece to write, then again it's never easy to find the right words for recently deceased loved ones.