grandMother's gold (98)
you were the Queen
of my heart.
wild ginger
woman,
dancing as
you nibbled
on strawberries.
born an april fool
with fire
in your eyes,
a precious thing
without value,
a peregrinate soul,
an amorous spirit,
sanguine light —
your great love
was life.
your heart,
an irregular formed
stone
and i,
fallen from your
shapeless mold.
grandMother,
you are the gold.
Mine too.
Born on the day
Of fools.
But fool her
You could not.
Miss her I do,
Too.
She was the best.
Even at her worst.
All Hail our wild Grandmothers. <3
Aries, April fools babies especially.
I hate calling poems "beautiful". Poetry is far more complex to be trivialized as such. But, dear friend, this poem IS beautiful, really is.
:: blush :: @bacus15, that means a lot. Thank you. And here is a heart of appreciation for you. <3
I hope you are having a wonderful day? Is it hot in Poland right now?
Aww, welcome. What to say, other than you are my friend, and i really mean it? :)
Yes, pretty nice day. Nights are hot here in June, ugh.
And, where are you from?
I'm from the states and currently live in the Pacific Northwest, which is my favorite area to be in -- moody, temperate, rainforest, fern and moss… I just love it.
Hot nights sound terrible. I can never sleep in the heat.
Okay, I’m off as I have a show to prepare for in a couple of hours but I’ll have more steemit time tomorrow. I am so happy to be getting back to having a little extra time (I participated in a 100 day poetry challenge, that is finished in two days).
Sending you good tidings from the Pacific coast of Washington State. :)
Your words are not as hard as gold but as delicate as your grandma's soul.