From Grandma's Front Porch

From Grandma's Front Porch

A Story by Cherrie Palmer
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golden memories

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Silence was broken by the sound of quick moving feet rushing down the lane and blowing up onto the porch.

 

“Child, slow yourself,” said the old woman. “Come sit with me and tell me of the day.” Her voice was a rich smooth southern drawl that could lull you right to sleep.

 

“Grand, little black clouds lace the sky. The day is warm and the breeze moves down the lane faster than my feet.” Anna said while dancing in place.

 

“Sit down here,” she patted to the seat next to her on the swing. “I’m blind not dead. I already knew those things.” She raised her head level with the horizon and offered a weary smile. “Anna, my love, I wanted to hear of the day from you. Must I tell you of the day, seeing how you cannot see?”

 

“Grandma, you’re blind, how can you tell me?” The nine year old said with her feet swinging in the air.

 

“Silly girl," she said with a chuckle, "you’d be surprised about what I can see.” Lilly’s dead-eyes sparkled. Her love of life never drained from their prisms, a fact that Anna loved. For Lilly’s gaze was enchanting, her silver hair neatly tucked in a bun and lines of wisdom framed her face in warmth. “Well it has been cold for ten nights running. So the scrub oaks are a rich crimson red lining the ridge that stands before us. Pecan trees are trimmed in a soft yellow and their rich brown bounty hang by a thread, while the lumbering pines are ever-green. The creamy beige coat of the White Tale has turned to a mushroom brown just like the johnson grass.”

 

“Wow that’s amazing Grand, what else can you see?”

 

“I see my field of prairie grass in a muted auburn with a glint of gold. The breeze walks among it, mingling with the stalks. On bended knee they bow their backs and lower their heads. It is an offering to the Almighty, as wave, after wave raises them back up lifting their heads to heaven.”

 

“Why didn’t I see all of that?” Said Anna.

 

“You tell me; originally it was my question to you?”

 

“I guess I was too busy wanting a snack.” The girl said with a mile wide smile.

 

“Bring me something back as well” but before Lilly could say another word the whirl wind of youth ripped into the house, strawberry hair bellowing behind and eyes of emerald darting around corners.

 

Lilly is Anna’s great-grandma. Anna spends every day after school with her. Her mother said she would outgrow these visits, but Lilly knows this bond will never break.

 

“Milk and a ham sandwich, or cookies?” Belted the girl in an easy southern drawl all her own.

 

“Surprise me.”

 

“All three it is,” she half-way sang.

 

“Grand, tell me something, something good, something I’ve never heard before.” The girl settled down in hopes for a wondrous tale, of days long past. A hint of Grand's perfume made her feel all warm and happy inside.

 

“One day this place will be yours.” The words came out of the blue; they had a faraway sound to them.

 

“This place will always be yours,” said the child, shaking her head as she spoke.

Lilly’s eyes twinkled and looked right through Anna. All of a sudden Anna’s eyes were flooded with tears, as the meaning of the words came clear.

 

“Oh Grandma, I will keep your house and yard the same, right down to the flowers.”

 

“You can keep me in your heart, but the home will be yours to do as you please,”

 

*** Twenty years later ***

Anna sat on the swing gazing over the field of prairie grass and a crossed the red tipped ridge. She slow sipped her coffee and snuggled up in her favorite quilt that still smelled of White Shoulders. Then she turned her gaze to the empty canvas and with paint-brush in hand she whispered. “Grand, let me tell you of the day.”

© 2012 Cherrie Palmer


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These are my favorite kinds of poems. Poetry of great wisdom. A wise person know the elders in our life are the teachers. Their vision of life has been tested and they know the beauty in a day. The story is very beautiful and the story took me back to days on the porch with my grandparent. A excellent story. Thank you.
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This is very amazing.

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Well dear Cherrie! This is such sweet sentimental writing. My Achilles heel, nostalgia, pierced. The innocence etched into it is quite tear jerking. Written with a pure heart and excellent on the eye. Oh, happy American life!

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An Idyllic scene inhabited by two people with a wonderful relationship. Then the sadness of loss, which turns to a kind of warm remembrance. Heartwarming.

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These are my favorite kinds of poems. Poetry of great wisdom. A wise person know the elders in our life are the teachers. Their vision of life has been tested and they know the beauty in a day. The story is very beautiful and the story took me back to days on the porch with my grandparent. A excellent story. Thank you.
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A poignant tale that tugs at the heart strings. I think most of us would find it comforting to pass something we care about down to a beloved relative and know that they would carry on for us. My main advice for improvement would be to create more paragraphs and seperate them with a space, thereby emphasizing each new speaker.

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My comment would be that the last sentence squeezed a tear from my heart. How beautiful you write. This could have been a page out of John Steinbeck's, Grapes of Wrath. This was wonderful. How lucky was I to happen upon it.

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I am a published poet and love poetry. My husband and I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: O.. more..

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