Wow this is my favorite daily poem I’ve read so far! I love the blending of sensory experience with traits and the way it deepens this grandmother into so much more than human body.
Just the sound and structure is captivating, let alone the amazing descriptive and sometimes surreal language. A poem to savor and learn from. This line is particularly meaningful to me-eyes of a mother without a mother.
I am 78 and not well. My only grief is how it will impact my daughter when I die.
Wow this is my favorite daily poem I’ve read so far! I love the blending of sensory experience with traits and the way it deepens this grandmother into so much more than human body.
Just the sound and structure is captivating, let alone the amazing descriptive and sometimes surreal language. A poem to savor and learn from. This line is particularly meaningful to me-eyes of a mother without a mother.
I am 78 and not well. My only grief is how it will impact my daughter when I die.
This poem feels like a tapestry of memory, weaving myth and tenderness into the figure of a grandmother.
Her gestures in soft blues and rainwater shells embody care that spills beyond her own children.
Her voice is music and listening, a door that opens into presence, into belonging.
Her teeth are ruins and cardamom, history’s shards softened by sweetness at the bottom of tea.
Her light is prayer, the first echo of morning, circling her head like a halo of hope.
Her eyes hold velvet expanses, yet also the sorrow of stones a mother without a mother.
Her laughter is abundance, hammocks and dates, leaves sweeping wind into sea, joy layered in textures.
Her belly carries the weight of births and sacrifice, a testament to endurance and devotion.
Her hair is playful and earthy, misted and nesting, a surreal crown of life’s resilience.
Ultimately, the imagined grandmother is a mosaic of contradictions ruin and sweetness, doubt and devotion, tenderness and myth.
Brings me to tears. Wow what a talent!
I so love this portrait. All the unique details just sing!