When
I was seven
I
found heaven
my
grandmother's house
I was the city mouse.
With
a large bed just for me
not
one bed, shared by three
awake
each morning
to a bird song melody.
Peace
and quiet
and
a pancake diet
amid
the flowers and the trees
I explored every nook and cranny.
A
crowing rooster, cows, and chickens
I
helped out in the barn and the kitchen
a
sewing lesson with needle and thread
soon exhausted, I curled up in my large bed.
Snakes
and storms, roses and thorns
homemade
ice cream and fresh corn
my
escape from a family of seven
Grandma's
Earthly home was heaven.
Yolanda Renée (C) 2020
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For Opal is a collection of poems written in memory of Lilly Opal Stansberry, my grandmother, and the inspiration for my writing. These poems portray a moment in time. Highlighting love, loss, tragedy, and survival. A few done just for fun and several that have a murderous slant. But they are all a small picture of life. Some are real and others pure fiction.
Before she passed, I promised her I would
publish a book of poetry. This is that promise kept. Publication date November
2nd - would have been her 108th birthday.
I'm under no illusion, a poet I am not, but each
verse has meaning for me.
Maybe it will strike a chord for you too!
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Anyone willing to do a blog post for my poetry book. Let me know. I'll send you a copy and we can discuss the subject.
Or a simple shout out would be most appreciated.
