Martha

Martha

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw

A spirit crossed my path as I
breathed in the scent of pearly pinks,
in garden beds of hyacinths >

Her presence lingered, caught my thoughts,
a pause for moments to reflect,
to pay though late my fond respects

and conjure up those early days
on visits guided to a chair.
I'd listen, learn each time I stayed.

How old she seemed, how thin the skin
on hands that poured out lemonade
and played at making paper dolls.

It's strange that drapes once tightly drawn
can part at random to reveal
lost souvenirs that years can steal.

She left as softly as she came,
but not before I called her name.

© 2020 Christine Anne Shaw


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Full of grace, that she was...most indeed. How eloquently you penned this, Chris, bringing forth memories of my own grandmother, and the last time I visited her in a nursing home. Years steal more than souvenirs, don't they? Such a stirring read, certain to touch the heart of all who read it!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Kelly. My great Grandmother, When I think of her I have the same feelings for her that I d.. read more



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My grandmother was so thin it seemed she just faded away and one day when I was little I didnt find her.Just her things.They said she became a sylph.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Tania, that is so sad about your Grandmother. It sounds as though you have no memories of her. Glad .. read more
Tania Mo

5 Months Ago

Yes.The memory is with no sound like a silent movie.
Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

How sad :(
A lovely memorial Chris. Good that Martha got an airing.
I was privileged to know my Great Grandmother who lived with my grandparents for a few years. Crazy as it seems, my fondest memory was the day my cousin and I were chasing a mouse around the kitchen and the terrified creature ran up her leg ... she lifted one foot, then the other and the mouse dashed out ... my cousin and I were laughing so hard the mouse made a clean getaway.

Thanks for bringing that memory back ;>}

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Ted, delighted to bring that memory back to you. Thank you for sharing it. I was just as delighted w.. read more
The third death of a person is when someone last says their name. Until then they exist somewhere with us. For her to visit you in your garden before that time it's the concept for a beautiful poem.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you for your thoughtful review TSUlmus. I felt that moment to be incredibly special.
<.. read more
This is lovely and touching and heartbreaking.
Not least of all, it radiates elegance.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

A delightful review. Thank you kind sir. Most appreciated.

Chris
A beautiful tribute said in that innocent voice of a child recalling days when things were simple and true. Nice flowing verse with rhyme and pathos.

Posted 5 Months Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Oh for simple days John. Thank you so much. Lovely elegant lady, like a little bird she was, my grea.. read more
Those olfactory memories never ever forget, do they Chris? A scent for Martha, baking bread for Mum, pipe smoke for Grandpa, the list goes on and on. All connected instantly to the person like instant time travel and transports us back to those days of innocence and the people who meant so much that they get their own scent label.
I wonder what mine is.... Toast n marmalade most likely. Me and Paddington have that scent covered. 😀
Hope it brought smiles at all the smiles shared.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Two old sods dancing on ice. Wouldn't that be a larf. What a fiasco over there. I thought politics h.. read more
Lorry

5 Months Ago

In sparkly leotards and to be socially inclusive, as well as health and safety for all womankind... .. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Ha ha, now you got me laughing out loud. Sparkly leotards hee, hee......
When someone leaves, they leave in their wake their beauty and fragrance and little imprints of them on our spirit. She was a gentle, quiet soul that shared much beauty with you despite the harshness of the years and graced the earth with her lovely presence. She made you grateful you knew someone like her and she left peacefully as you called her name. This poem speaks volumes on how wonderful it would be if we could give them our time and attention while they were with us. We were so lucky to have them.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

I was so young when she passed. I have only a few memories of her, she was like a little bird, and d.. read more
This is a beautiful portrayal of a loved one...the last line is so haunting in that it speaks of how you connected with her before she died. This is very significant as the last moments are what remain with us the most and if they were positive then they leave us replete with joy and sans guilt. Your tribute to her is unforgettable and this poem shall remain with me for long. Thanks for this touching poetry.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Dear Sabrina, thank you so much for that wonderful review. Delighted that you enjoyed this poem abou.. read more
Your lines brought tears in my eyes. It made me reminisce my own grandmother and the loved ones whom I lost and missed terribly. The fond memories lingers and we lost ourselves in their thoughts. My grandmother was also a very loving lady and we used to play in the garden..... Thank you for bringing those fond memories back again. The graceful lady and at the same time a graceful tribute.... Really very nice

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Dear Sima, thank you so much for reviewing this older poem today. Martha crossed my mind so I though.. read more
Dreamer Sima

5 Months Ago

You are welcome...
A nicely framed remembrance
I also have fond memory of my grandmother but this reminds me more of my mothers passing
Dave

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Dave for reviewing. Martha was my great grandmother, and a real lady. I remember her with .. read more

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Christine Anne Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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